Baron Harkonnen Gif Novels & Stories

that their eyes were bleeding, their bodies struggling to maintain their elemental forms. Standing before the Void-Engine was Colonel Hauer. He wasn't in an Exo-suit. He was holding a remote trigger, his face calm, almost sorrowful. "You think you’re saving the world," Hauer said, his voice echoing in the metallic room. "But you’re just the next apex predator. My species has spent ten thousand years climbing to the top of the food chain. I won't let a girl with golden eyes turn us into second-class citizens." "We aren't your enemies, Hauer!" Elara shouted, her body flickering between silver and gold. "The world is big enough for both of us!"

One of the Titan wolves attempted finally, reaching out to grip my arm before Fedora unsheathed her sword in a silent warning, forcing the muscle-headed wolf to back off with an offended scowl. “This is the height of it! It's kidnapping and imprisonment! Let me GO RIGHT THIS INSTANT ANTHONY-” The Baron shrieked, and my eyelashes fluttered at the spittle flying from his lips like a geyser. If he screamed anymore I was almost certain he would burst a vein in his head.

Teema interjected with a cough, “The last one does sound a little embellished. Surviving a spell that has been added to by more than one magus does not sound to be possible.” “I have done a few cool sounding things, but some of those I had help, and some I don’t fully remember everything,” Rex said, “So Skul, your battle?” he asked, trying to push the attention away from himself. “Dinner!!” a loud growl from beside the chairs startled everyone beside Rex, Skul and Kiri. It was Horken, he now stood leaning over next to Kiri, it was only then did Rex notice in the crystal’s light that possessed huge tusks that protruded from his lower jaw in the same place as his bottom set of canines, exiting

Baron's finger glided down to the button of Dre's shirt when he noticed the blinking small object on it and Ellie was about to explode with anger. "What's this on your shirt? A bomb? You're willing to kill everyone--" Dre suddenly released himself in one fluid motion and stood up. Baron didn't look impressed. He had a sickening smile on his face. Xandre and Valentino exchanged glances, they were soon standing beside Alexandre. "That little drama wasn't impressive" Baron said, letting out a mock sigh. Dre grinned, pulling out a gun.

shouted a voice from beside Rex, causing him to jolt from the sudden booming voice. Barbun was now standing with his arms outstretched signalling as five servants carrying two large jugs in each hand proceeded to the table, one coming to the table head, placing the two jugs in front of Barbun, Rex and Minet with a bow. “I have kept this barrel of two-hundred-year-old honey mead for a great occasion, and seeing my son now standing on his own and becoming stronger as each day passes is a great day indeed, ALL HAIL THE GREAT PRINCE REX!!” he boomed, grabbing a jug and pouring it out into three cups for Rex, Minet and himself, raising his cup up high.

“Unstable variables disrupt your calculations. That’s why I control this encounter.” “Maybe,” Harrow replied, moving slowly to her left, deliberate and calm. “Or maybe it’s your only chance to live without starving yourself to death.” Her eyes darted to the crates, then the conduits. Come on. Look away. Take the bait. The entity’s limbs flexed, scraping sparks from the ruined floor. “Starve. Do not starve. Consume,” it muttered, glitching like a corrupted recording. “Consume this,” Harrow said sharply, twisting a dial on the panel. A secondary barrier flickered to life — pink light this time, faint but steady — its resonance drawn from the pink - haired goddess’s energy. The pulse throbbed t

Baron could expose everything outright, but would that really guarantee their safety? "Shut up!" Harvey snapped and cast a sharp glance at Flint, who responded by hurling a bottle straight at Baron's throat. The bottle shattered on impact. Baron felt as if his throat had exploded. He gagged and blood spilled from his mouth. The pain burned so fiercely he could not force out a word. Metis frowned. "Did you just order your man to harm someone in front of me?" "He's a distraction, Dr. Fey. He's twisting the truth to sway you," Harvey said with a chuckle. "Seeing is believing, isn't it? You saw my grandson's injuries. Yet that young man looks perfectly fine. Could he really have been attacked?"

Arkyn’s grip on my wrist eases up, but he doesn’t move out from between his father and me. “Pappa?” he asks and takes a tentative step forward. His father nods, gripping onto the desk for purchase before pulling himself to his feet. “I apologize; Baron has an adverse reaction to anything belonging to that Xamnir cunt,” he says, hobbling over to his chair again and breathing out a long sigh.

But the truth was a bitter pill to swallow, for it was Baron who had orchestrated Oswald's absences from the palace, weaving tales of urgent need for the army of the immortal or conjuring up mythical beasts to keep him away from myra. Suddenly, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, Baron came to an abrupt halt. His gaze flickered to the wardrobe, a silent beacon among the chaos of his chamber. With purposeful strides, he crossed the room and flung open the wooden doors. His movements were swift and determined as he unearthed a hidden chest, the intricately carved lid falling open with a soft creak. From within, he retrieved a necklace adorned with ancient markings, each symbol a testament to

It had just expelled enough thermal energy to vaporize hundreds of gallons of water, and it wasn't even breathing hard. It didn't have a Caloric Debt. It would never tire. "Get the civilians into the deep tunnels," Baraka commanded Daniel without turning around. "Seal the secondary blast doors behind you." "Boss, you can't fight that thing alone!" Musa wheezed, struggling to his knees. "I'm not fighting it," Baraka said, his voice dropping an octave as the Star-Code in his blood recognized the apex predator standing before him. "I'm dismantling it."