Baron Novels & Stories

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

The pup Essel had just given birth to had the same mole. The man reached to Essel, giving her a small kiss and another to his dog, to which he then bowed to me and presented a much bigger letter. Taking it, I replied, “Name?” The man replied, stuttering, “Baron, Baron Byron, your, I mean my Queen Ark, Arkitisk. Thank you, Your Majesty, may the goddess bless you for helping my family; I’m in your debt.” I smiled at the man who was scared of everything happening but knew he was in good hands.

I snarled. But to my surprise, he did not flinch. He did not even blink. He just turned the infuriatingly calm face towards me and extended his hand as if we were at a buisness dinner. “I do not believe we have been properly introduced, Alpha. My name is Baron.” The shock of it all momentarily seized my breath. Only another Alpha, or a powerful Beta, could withstand a direct command like that. This was no simple merchant. “Why were you with Lillian?” I demanded, with a dangerous growl in my voice.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

She entered the end room to meet Baron Charles Pierre Alfred IV, the CEO of Alfred Enterprise; Pierre to his friends. "Pierre, I'm sorry if I took a while to get here." The Baron, sitting in his wheelchair, is a man of stature. Even in his disabled state, he still has that charming yet powerful look in his demeanor. A man in his 80's who still has the hunger pangs of a 30-year-old alpha wolf of Wall Street.

The entire room, including Sophie were easily able to decipher the unsubtle reference. A Baron with Live and Fair in the name, there was no doubt it was Oliver Fairfax. The veiled reference to Gilded Falcon. Henry paled in shock at Octavia who merely played the meek fool.

Baron said "It has always been that way from the scratch, Baron. X-habit was solely Steven's idea. We are some kind of shareholders here, you know" "Tch!" Baron scoffed "Shareholders my foot!" "And a friendly reminder: You're a minion as well" "And just so you know, this minion is about to break free!" Baron said, doing air quotes when he mentioned minion "Indeed! Are you leading some kind of revolt? A coup d'etat? What will you call that? The Baron revolution?" Iphan mocked "Give it whatever name you wish, Iphan. I don't give a monke

" 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.