Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

Additionally, I do not believe I will use it at some point in the future. Awful. The black gooey substance slowly seeped out of every pore of their bodies as it ate them up alive. Some were unable to make any sounds, while others had their heads eaten first. "Dray." Dray emerged, he had already completed his mission. "Clean up this place." The baron had a lot of money, but I didn't like touching unclean money, so I felt a bit lost. I wondered, where and how did he get all that money?

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked. "Oh, ignore them, Sapphira. They're just salty because Irina has been bossing them around all week." Beta Declan's mate, Kate, tucked her arm through Sapphira's and led her over to the mini-bar. Kate had her short black hair spiked up, and she had kohled around her dark eyes. Her leather jacket was worn and faded in places, her boots scuffed and dirty. Sapphira couldn't imagine her at a parents' evening with Torin.

Alexa’s POV I rose to my feet, I'd confirmed what I needed to. This is a werewolf’s blood, who knows, they might have to kill more than one person to get these liters of blood, this is up to twenty. “Let's drink and make merry!” Baron tells his brothers, they all settle down. Raising their faces up, they grin. As they raise their faces, the most frightening thing is being shown. Their eyes which on a normal circumstance have several colors all change to bloody bed, this matching with their devilish grin. They smile towards the camera and for a while my heart stops, anxious if they have sensed the drone.

A reasonable definition of truth is to unfold secret's. But what lies are there to be told? “An 18 -year -old girl has been missing since last month and now the police have found her body. Sadly, they found her dead. They could not explain the reason for her case and are still in the process of investigation. What was surprising was that there was not even a trace of the stabbing nor shooting on the girl's body that could have caused her death. Instead, they found traces of a bite on the side of her neck. It's sounded like there are really a vampire and people believe that it might be true—” I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

“That’s for you. It might be a bit cold by now.” John gave a faint smile. “It’s fine,” he said, reaching for his cup and taking a sip without hesitation. Barrett put down his cup and picked up a small bag beside his chair. He took out a brown envelope from it—not thick, but enough for anyone to guess its value. He placed the envelope on the table and nudged it slightly towards John. “Here's the rest of your payment,” he said bluntly. “Including the additional one hundred and fifty thousand dollars you gave to the Ravenor family.”

“This doesn’t sound too good, Paul.” "Don't be concerned." He raises and extends his hand, pulling me out of bed. "I feel much more dangerous than I used to be. Everyone knew what to expect from me when I used to bark all day. When a wolf barks, his prey runs away. This wolf will no longer bark, but he will bite if necessary." I snort and back away. "You're still barking right now, Paul," I remark, shaking my head with a grin. A shocked gasp comes out when he literally sweeps me off my feet. Holding me in his arms, he carries me outdoors, circles the little cabin, and comes to a halt in front of a massive barrel filled with water. It's big enough to be a small pool.

The twisted image of the skeletal corpse with its hollow sockets and its damned gold ring was already stuck Rosy's mind. She shoved him away, harder than she thought she could, her strength coming from the sudden anger she felt. “What is that?” she demanded, her voice sharp and breathless. She pointed one trembling finger at the carcass behind him. Sergio didn’t flinch. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” “But I did.” She pointed toward the skeleton again, voice rising. “Tell me who that is.” He sighed and crouched by the body, brushing dirt from the fabric clinging to the ribcage.