Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

He would not dare, though his face had colored alarmingly that Adalene felt guilty of hoping he would have a heart attack right then and there and fall on his ugly face, before she realized what the Baron was saying. He’d just invoked jus primae noctis, the Lord’s Right to a bride’s first night. And she became as shell-shocked as the others. The Baron continued with his edict as her moaning mother held her tighter to her. “I will enjoy the gift you are taking for granted. The Baron has ruled. My men will take your bride and will bring her to your estate after her first time with me is well and finished.” After a moment of shocked silence, chaos erupted.

"You want me to make jokes, or should I air out your entire history instead?" I tilted my head toward the door. "Baron." Baron walked in, cool and calm, and dropped a thick folder onto Amos's desk with a loud smack. His face went from pale to green in seconds. Cheating scandals. Misdiagnosed patients. An unregistered child. I had dirt on this man that could bury him ten times over. His voice trembled. "What do you want?" I leaned forward. "I need JK (a-b-) blood. Now."

Wanni followed, with her face pale and tight. They walked right into my wall of soldiers. Baron stopped dead on his tracks and he looked around the lobby and saw the armed men surrounding him. “Baron. Wanni.” My voice echoed. “It is over. Let them go.” Baron scowled. “Over? It is just the beginning.” His hand moved toward his jacket— A dart whistled through the air and struck Baron’s neck with a soft thud. He staggered with his eyes wide with terror. His hands reached for the dart, but his fingers barely touched it before his knees buckled. He crumbled to polished floor, unconscious.

Peak Mountain, Black Mountain Range, Battling Border Across the Peril Sea to the Peak Mountain buried in the Black Mountains of Ardae along the Battling Border there was a creature very unlike the barbarian on the Isle of Wight. Though equally as immortal. "Did you find him yet?" Radix Malorum demanded of his Commander. A yellow-skinned ogre of a man he called Okine. "Barbarian, Leige?" He bobbed his head. Speaking in his ear shatteringly high voice as he asked the question.

An opponent who could eliminate anyone with a single order. “This is insane…” Angelina pushed back her chair, pacing the room. “If he really makes a move, Derox could be destroyed any time. I have to speak to Mr. Carlos. Immediately.” But she stopped mid-step, her eyes darting back to the laptop. There was an old article link she hadn’t clicked yet. With hesitation, she sat again. The screen lit up with rows of investigative reports written more than a decade ago. The deeper the night, the more veils were lifted. Those articles revealed Barron Cross’s involvement in countless international cases—arms smuggling, human trafficking, even political conspiracies. His name was no mere rumor; it wa

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

The place smelled of blood and fear, sweat, and the stench of burned flesh. Barry lay in a blood-splattered coffin, his body a thousand cuts and raw, charred flesh. His eyes found Kendalf immediately, became anxious and desperate. Kendalf tried to reach him on the common path of their kind, but Barry’s mind was frozen; it was impossible for him to move or communicate. But for the desperation in his eyes, Kendalf would have dismissed the cellar as harmless to any of their kind.

I wanted to rip my clothes off, but I wasn’t that far gone. When the sun went down, I licked my lips and when I looked around right before me was an orgy, everyone was either touching or fucking and I searched for Di and her and Brannon were going at it, and I smiled. Someone came up behind me and I felt my body recoil from their touch. It was Baron, trying to get me to come to him, only he didn’t look like Baron, he was a cross between his regular face and the wolfman from the old movies with Lon Chaney. It was hideous to me. I wasn’t scared just disgusted. I never wanted him, and I surely didn’t now.

We fall asleep like that, fingers tangled, breathing syncing, golden marks glowing soft between us. BARION – WOLF TERRITORY, SAME NIGHT Barion stands at the edge of the forest, crossbow loaded, eyes glowing amber . “They’re here ,” he growls to the hunting party behind him. “I can smell the bloodsucker from a mile away .” Galeon grins, claws flexing. “Time to end this.” Barion raises a fist. They move silent through the trees. He stops outside Vera’s cottage, nostrils flaring.

His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal. He was unable to keep his eyes shut as he observed from cover in the dark corners of the boat. The garbage around him didn't block the pungent odor of Gabriel’s blood. The vision of his older brother, Gabriel's dead body had replaced the scent of fish and rubbish, and it now became the source of his urge to throw up everything inside of his stomach.