Baron Harkonnen Gif Novels & Stories

My gaze immediately flew to Baron and the soldiers. Heat rushed to my face. Oh, God. They all looked stunned. As though they’d just witnessed something impossible. “What’s with the faces?” Jax asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. He gave Baron’s shoulder a light pat. Baron blinked, seeming to recover. “It’s just…” A soft smile spread across his face. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you two like this.” He looked at me. Then at them. “I’m really happy our pack is finally getting a Luna.”

Herne focused his attention back on the screen, "Who is leading them?" "Your old friend Matthias Ponts, or at least I thought so at first. Brace yourselves," She pulled up an image of what appeared to be a Female Frankenstein monster. Unlike the Hollywood version of the aberration, the female golem was shapely. Long angry scars along the neck and shoulders. Tiny bolts jutted out from the throat area but did not look out of place. The pale skin and mixed and matched eyes haunted warren. Archon flashed a picture of the wolf gigas he fought. "Archon thinks it's another gigas. I agree with him."

Wolfgang raised the corner of his lips, and he approached Selina. When their faces were only ten centimeters apart, Wolfgang stopped moving. "you aren't human." Selina was see-through by Wolfgang, and her heart suddenly beat faster than usual. She didn't know why she was discovered, but she better not tell the truth. "Why am I not human?" Wolfgang saw that she was still stubbornly denying it, so he did not hesitate to take out the knife he always carried. Selina was also taken by surprise by Wolfgang's actions. He took a knife and cut himself into the flesh of his arm. But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened.

"Hyenas! Six o'clock!" Jack leaned out the broken window. Through the driving, neon-lit rain, he saw them. The Hyena Gang. They were thrill-kill mercenaries, addicted to cybernetic implants and combat stimulants. They rode modified gravity-bikes that screamed like banshees, their riders clad in spiked leather and holographic skull masks. They were laughing, whooping, firing micro-missiles and automatic weapons into the air. To them, this wasn't a job. It was a party. And Jack was the piñata.

“Yes, babe. Veronica sends her regards. She was glad we were able to get to Hawaii safely. She is expecting pics of you as well.” Baron chuckled from inside the room, his voice warm. “Of course she is. She knows I take the best pictures.” I smiled, allowing myself to sink deeper into the water while letting the warmth ease the tension in my shoulders. “Just don’t flood her inbox with unnecessary images, okay?” I teased, my voice light and funny. “She also wants pics of when you are at your most pissed moment. Baron appeared at the bathroom door, He leaned casually against the door frame. His shirt was half-buttoned and he had a playful smirk on his face. “Only if you promise to look this re

“It is over. Let them go.” Baron laughed. “Over? It is just the beginning.” Then he reached for something in his jacket— But suddenly, a dart flew through the air and struck Baron’s neck. He staggered as he pressed the spot with his hands and with his eyes wide with shock. Then his legs gave way and he crumpled to the floor. Beta Ben stepped out from behind a pillar with a dart gun in his hand. “Tranquilizer,” he said calmly. “He will be out for hours.”

DEX “No!” I scream as I shift back into my human form, my body trembling from the pain and exhaustion. I try to reach him, to stop him from doing something so final, but it’s too late. Baron’s heartbeat fades into nothing. His silver eyes lose their light, frozen open, staring into the empty sky.

(Baron Sunders) Stuttered on his words, as the President were about to revealed the correct history of the Eastern Alemia Region, Baron Sunders were halted on his words as Holgun Iron Horn, stomp on his right thigh and thus just, breaking his thigh and leg entirely. “SILENCE, YOU WORM!!!….How Dare you opened that rotten mouth of yours before, His Highness President!!….One more words coming from you all….I will personally crushed your skull with my hands!…you sinners!…”.(Holgun Iron Horn)

As I drew closer to the hill, the disgusting hoarse voice of Spencer, one of the leaders of a certain group of rouges that Markus and the village had have many run ins with before, spoke with satisfaction. “When I woke up this morning, I was unaware of the luck I would be dealt! The fucking King of werewolves before me like some offering from up above!” He cheered as though seeing Baron was the most important thing to ever happen to him, whilst I reached the top of the hill and could once again see the horror that had unfolded. “I will only warn you one last time, release me from these chains and I may spare you from the most painful death I can!” Baron growls out fighting to get out of the

“No. It’s Baron.” I drop the pen and look a little closer at the photograph. Frowning, I lean in and examine every detail of the ancient human's likeness. “It does look an awful lot like him.” I whistle softly through my teeth and start to laugh. “I can’t believe I killed Sargon of Akkad.”