Baron La Croix Novels & Stories

“This gown is too beautiful to be wasted for such a night.” “But, I don’t have my beast...” “Well, surprisingly, I have my beast...” Ichabod said with a smile. “What are you talking about?” The girl asked with raised brows. “Hold on, my beast can be a piece of work, let me ask him if he is willing to do this.” Tracy chuckled. “Okay.” Ichabod winked at her and then stood up, he walked further away from Tracey who laughed as he talked to himself.

But there was something else that had been happening with the baron. “Hmm, look at the baron. It seems to me he was the first one who was going to taste Sonia’s wrath,” Lady Ceres told me, which I also noticed. Baron Marvin Rubio has been slowly decaying, yet the energy that he emits has turned dark and badly rotten. It was more disgusting than any typical rogue or nomad scent, but the sword that he was holding began to radiate such power, making him look like he was melting. “But that sword…it held power…” I took notice, making Lady Ceres stare at it before snickering.

Baron approached him, a sinister smile playing on his face. "So, my Alpha, where do we begin?" Baron asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. * * * The harsh wind whipped around Lancelot as he navigated through the icy landscape. He prayed to catch a whiff of Victoria's scent, but luck seemed to elude him. As he traveled farther away from the borders of his clan, he stumbled upon blood-stained footprints. His heart raced, hoping against hope that they belonged to Victoria. But to his disappointment, none matched her scent. Frustrated, he tried to etch her fragrance into his memory, the lone wolf braving the biting cold with ease. He decided to take a momentary pause in his journey, allow

Harison stood with a meaningful grin, observing their interaction. “How are you, Mr. Harison?” Baron began, his voice dripping with insincerity. “I hope you’re not suffering too much in this condition.” Harison frowned, his eyes narrowing at the sarcastic tone in Baron’s words. Slowly, he shook his head, signaling his disapproval. Baron continued, “By the way, what about our previous plan? The agreement to arrange Nadine’s marriage to Darren. Isn’t that a promise we need to fulfill? I’m sure it’ll bring great benefits to all of us.”

I said wearily. “No. It is not nothing!” Salome protested, defending her dramatic reveal. “His name is Baron. He is guest patient, very important, and he asked for Lillian by name to be his personal physician. He is handsome, kind, and he sends her fresh bouquets of roses every single day. He has made his interest very clear.”

They traded their bountiful harvest for other products, and eventually, it caught the attention of the nobles ruling a nearby territory. “Our forest was originally an unclaimed territory. Humans did not dare approach it carelessly because the magical monsters and fairies were dangerous to them. It was my foolishness that led many of my children to suffer and caused the town to become miserable under the new lord. Baron Claude is the second son of the previous Baron. He is a petty man with huge ambitions and will employ any means to get what he wants. Many villagers who tried to escape the town were cruelly caught and executed. My children cried for the loss of life and tried to interfere. Ho

“You’re not leaving anywhere.” Then I saw his men gathered, with weapons—guns and knives and machetes were pulled. Saint cracked his neck lazily; James swallowed hard, but he stood firm. Zic stepped slightly ahead of me with his cold, battle gaze. I reached into my coat calmly for the crest, placing it gently on the table. “Touch us,” I said quietly, “and this crest becomes your death sentence.” Baron Kress stared at it for a while then he recognized it immediately and went pale.

" By the way, I'm your uncle Baron. Nice meeting you, our princess. " " I'm not a princess. " Azalea pointed her index finger towards Lorenzo's face. " Uncle, why do you have a scar on your face? " " Oh, this? " Baron touch his scar right on his cheek. " This scar symbolize my braveness. " " Braveness? " Azalea seems clueless about what he said. " Why do you have a wound if you're brave? " There was a moment of silence between them. Baron couldn't figure out whether he should laugh at the girl's innocentness or get hurt because she had a point.

I explained without taking my eyes off the judge who saw us inquisitive. “Can you talk later?” Matt interrupted us before going to the judge. "Don't worry, George, you can go on." "Sure,” The poor man cleared up again before continuing, "Well? Do you accept her?” “This beautiful woman with a French name?” Louis asked mockingly. "Hell, yeah!" “How about you, Evangeline Brooks? Do you accept Lord Louis Anderson third as husband to love and protect until death do you part?” Now it was me who gaped at the man next to me.

another soldier began, turning his rifle under his chin in a grim resolution. Bang! The gunshot ricocheted, missing the soldier’s head entirely. A scarred, wax-covered hand had intervened, knocking the barrel off target. The figure behind it was imposing, muscles tense with the bearing of authority—a Baron. Others flanked him, igniting a flamethrower that roared to life with infernal light. A sheet of flame erupted, forming a searing barricade that incinerated the moths attempting to follow. The roaring blaze illuminated the Baron’s features: it was Gazier.