Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

Worn bricks, a flickering sign, and a door that creaked like it remembered every sin it had ever let inside. When we stepped through, the smell hit me first. Oak. Whiskey. Smoke. And something older—something like ghosts. The bar was mostly empty except for three men in the back. One looked like a butcher in a former life. Another had scars on his hands like they’d forgotten how to stop fighting. The third wore a priest’s collar, but his eyes told a different story. Luciano nodded to them, and they stood. “Olivia,” he said, without looking at me, “meet what’s left of the old famiglia.”

The whole hand looked dead. Barry's hand was rotting.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

The baron gasped but didn’t dare to argue. He relied on his weapons and armor—and he miscalculated. Jack’s armaments turned out to be no worse than his. It all took twenty minutes. Jack and the baron stood in a circle. The baron carefully defended himself, while Jack leaped ahead, forcing the former to step back, trying to get away. A barrage of blows forced the baron to let his guard down and lose his ground, taking a hit that separated his head from his body. The decapitated body stood tall for a few moments before collapsing, covering the ground in blood from his arteries.

He was sitting on my favorite couch in a black jean and black shirt—the only color I had ever seen him wear—, legs crossed, cigarette in one hand, and the other hand flexing a gun carefully. Baron was a tall and big man. He was not fat per se, but all those large muscles and heavy-looking chest made him look bigger than most guys—Lucas excluded. He had chestnut brown curly hair, and otherwise his mean and murderous personality, he was a very handsome man with black eyes and a very pointed nose.

Baron's massive clawed hand drove straight through his back, erupting through his chest with a sickening squelch of bone and sinew. Goosebumps ran over my body as I watched in frozen horror as Baron's hand retracted, clutching Max's still-beating heart. Baron stood with a twisted, maniacal grin on his face as he raised the heart to his men who roared in triumph. I clenched my teeth, my face contorted with rage and reached for my blade. I drew it in a single, fluid motion as he paraded his ‘trophy’, the steel singing as it cleaved through the air.

I looked up. Slowly. And I understood what true violence felt like. She had aimed for me. She had chosen. And he had moved. Vincent had already disarmed her. Cole stood behind her, weapon trained, fury barely contained. Lucien lay dead. Malrick lay dead. The ritual candles were guttering, smoke curling toward the cracked ceiling. But none of it mattered. Because Baron was slipping. His blood coated my hands. His breathing was turning thinner. “Get the medic team in here now,” I barked.

Once he is finished cuffing me, Barren moves to the side and begins to rummage through his tools until he comes to rest on a small dagger. "This should do," he says, grabbing it and making his way back toward me. A gasp escapes me as he hooks it in the back of my shirt and then pulls, cutting the fabric so that my bare skin is exposed. "Your porcelain skin will look lovely covered in blood," he pants, placing the cold blade against my skin. A wave of disgust crashes into me at the excitement I hear in Barren's voice over getting to cause me pain. This dude was a fucking freak.

And in a way, I still lost something that night. Brad clears his throat. “Let’s get to the matter at hand,” he says firmly. Brad serves as my mother’s senior apprentice and the official healer of our pack. I trust him more than most. He’s not one to chase drama or exaggerate; if he speaks, it’s because it matters. “What happened has created a serious problem for all of us.” Desmond, Maxwell, and Jack all nod silently beside me. “According to what the Alpha has reported,” Jack says, his voice low but steady, “Baron managed to drink a large amount of Lydia’s blood.”

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.