Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

To save Sebastian's life without exposing his secret, Baron would have to slam his head 30 times. 'God, grant me a skull of iron just this once,' he pleaded inwardly. … "Fuck it, I've been craving a shower anyway! Real men bathe in alcohol!" Baron declared, seizing a bottle and bracing it against his forehead. I grabbed another, set it against my own head, and grinned at him. "What you're doing for me today equals what I did for you back then, Barry. I won't let you shoulder this alone. We'll do it together, as sworn brothers! And after today… one day… I'll grind the Amos family into dust!"

Didn't check on him, didn't ask if he was alright, and Leo understood, distantly, underneath the roaring static of his own fear, that this was simply what tonight looked like for everyone else in the room. Ordinary. Survivable. A Tuesday. He wasn't sure, standing there with his hands still slick with someone else's blood, that he'd ever be able to call anything ordinary again. The crate he'd been loading sat half in the truck, forgotten, and Leo set it down slow and careful, like the gentleness of the gesture might undo some of what he'd just watched happen ten feet away.

Human blood art show is prohibited however it is still secretly conducted by some malicious people whit powers, money and authorities in their hand… I was dumbfound and rooted to my place when Chief Commander Balthazaar harshly tugged dog chain tied around my neck… I could feel a trail of my own warm blood flowing on my neck because of sharp spike present on dog chain poking on side of my neck skin… however I didn’t even flinched because of horrible view that I was now witnessing with my own eyes….

Adir pull the rein of his horse,castus jaw drop to the ground. "Are you leaving me here to fight this people?" "You'll be fine"Adir wink and ride off,abandoning Castus,already sensing it he sigh,ring of sparks surround Adir and his horse, shielding him from the danger because vampires mostly hunt humans,taking a leap off his horse he step into the woods, the red eyes buried behind the trees shine brighter.

The air was thick with the smell of rust and old blood. At the center of the chamber stood a large pedestal, upon which lay the Red-Iron Shackles. They were forged from the ore of the Silver Oath War, quenched in werewolf blood to bind the mark of the Blood-Moon Girl. The priests believed the shackles were sacred, a symbol of the girl’s sacrifice. For Sera, they were a reminder of the price of obedience.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

I got out and he laughed, his shoulders shaking. "Bullshit and I also think the myth about your blood is also bullshit since you are so weak and pathetic. How could a mere mortal like you house such a potent blood." He took a step in my direction and everything in me screamed to have him destroyed but I held back, watching every move he made. "Your scent is so alluring right now, so why shouldn't I just drain you dry when no one is here to stop me? I mean, Alaric is out trying to create an army of unstoppable vampires, while beloved Masika is trying to rekindle old flames, so why shouldn't I do that which I have been restraining myself from doing?".

A scarred female rogue raised her hand. "But Baron, we attacked them three years ago. We lost many warriors." Baron's eyes turned cold. "I don't care how many we lost. That pack still stands because one man is alive-Alpha Jake Thomson." Krag frowned. "You still want him dead?" Baron stood, slamming his hands on the table. "I will not rest until I see him buried in the dirt." The room fell silent again. "I want his blood," Baron continued, "I want his people to suffer. I want him to know what it's like to lose everything."

Maxie gasped in disbelief, “Do you know who Baron is?! He is—” “A respected warrior’s son, right? And so what? His father won all those glories, not him. We can’t let him keep corrupting your army. Even your Alpha is with me on this. We have your back!” Maxie was still shaking her head, “Baron is too respected among the soldiers. You can’t kick him out of power. You will cause a riot.” “And that is why we need to show those soldiers that Baron doesn’t deserve their respect.” Aurora took in a deep breath and got to the gist, “Alpha Damien told me that there was an account book, documenting all the details of Baron’s shady deals. If you happen to know where that account book is—”