Conan The Barbarian Novels & Stories

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

No matter how ferocious these wild beasts appeared, Caspian easily killed them as if they were paper sculptures. At this time, Connor's score reached 800 points. That was the difference between an ordinary warrior and a genius. "Just wait. I'll surely make everyone's jaw drop." Connor sneered, and he swung the longsword in his hand. Then, he shouted, "Next! Come out!"

They turned to me with wild eyes, a look of relief flashing through her features. "You don't touch her" Conan growled at him before connecting his fist with his guts. He staggered forward, and he pulled him back, socking him in the jaw. The bastard crumbled to the bathroom floor in pain. Conan got on top of him raining blows, he'd wanted to do this for the longest time and him laying his hands on her seemed to have set him off. Conan grabbed him again even as his head loled over, he was unconscious but stopped when delicate hands rested on his shoulder.

The first man swung at me and as I ducked, Dyan caught his hand and punched him in his face. “I know, but you have to admit, this is fun, right?” I yelled. “No, it isn’t.” “Told ya!” I laughed and surge towards the third man at the back, aiming my leg at his stomach and knocking him off onto the floor. Their leader saw we had beaten his men into unconsciousness and he stepped forward, pulling out a dagger tucked at his side. “Oh-oh,” I stumbled back. “Do you think you can take him, Dyan?” I asked, running back towards my friend, but Dyan stopped me with his hand and turned me so I face the man about to attack me with a silver dagger.

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

They were powerful beasts, but these powerful creatures were only serving as mounts for these three Barbarians. “Leave the mounts here. We’d finish the rest of the journey on foot.” The Barbarian who sat on the largest beast spoke up. His eyes were red, just like Number 3’s, and he was very good looking. He had long red hair that extended all the way to his buttocks, and almost covered his entire back. He was almost two meters tall, and had an extremely impressive build. He wasn’t bulky, but lean with well sculpted muscles. Even on Ice Frost Mountain which was covered in snow and ice, this man was almost naked! He wore only a pair of trunks that covered his genitals, and had a large axe stra

Conan’s body was a killing machine honed to perfection, and even when Hector hit him he seemed to barely feel it. It was like hitting a rock—a biologically enhanced rock—who would draw the fight out for as long as he needed to. “TAP OUT!” a woman beside me screamed suddenly, cupping her hands around her mouth and calling out to Hector. I threw her a disgusted glare and her expression turned instantly contrite, but within seconds the cry was being carried by the crowd.

he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the hot coffee. “I’m fine.” “You’re stubborn,” he corrected, sitting down next to me. “But that’s nothing new.” I ignored him, sipping the coffee and trying to get warm. The heat from the cup felt good, but I was still exhausted. “Lena…” Grant’s voice was softer now, and I glanced over at him. “Why are you so against this deal? Are you still running from everything?”

“Tomorrow. I want to try again. I need to get past that barrier. I can’t stall anymore.” Conor nodded and then put his forehead to mine. “You’re going to do it. I know it. I can feel that you’re going to break that damn barrier and show it who the boss is! I expect nothing less than that from you.” He said confidently. I sure hope so. “Chin up. My first mission was really scary- I almost died four times… I got knocked off my horse and almost trampled. Bart was one of my best friends, but I had another closer friend who went with me into battle. He pulled me away from the horse as he fell from being shot. We got surrounded and fought our way out. I thought war was terrifying but to be in it w

Before he could register what was happening, he immediately saw several types of creatures run in with shouts of war and at the same time, saw the leaders who didn’t wish to be involved, leave them meeting. Each soldier/warrior in front of him had wolfsbane coated on their swords and every single tool they planned to use. The sight sickened him as much as it cracked him up. He had never been more grateful for his secrecy because one important thing they did nit know was that wolfsbane, almost had zero effect on him, and that is if their swords would manage to touch him. The clans present and in support of this were only three: the vampires, the bears and the shifters.