Conan The Barbarian Novels & Stories

His strikes became so fierce that in a few minutes, Conan was already coughing out blood, and his whole figure was already bloodied. Conan’s expression was immediately filled with indignation. Seeing how miserable Hudson was, Finley and Louie beat him up, stabbed his ego, and made him infuriated. His expression turned fierce, and he glared at them. “You all pushed me. Now, you can only die…” Immediately, he directed his palm to face them while he began to chant something. His expression was very dark, and a tornado began to appear around him, making all of their expressions turn grim.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

The way he looked at me. I howled, my voice echoing through the forest and falling on the second rogues, I slammed on the second rogues my hands curling around his neck. He stabbed, flattened, and then fell silent. Dead. Pain shot through my back as the third rogue bite through my shoulder. I turned and dragged him down with full force and used my fingers to scratch his face. He stumbled, screaming, and disappeared into the trees. Only one remained—the leader. He paced around me, his eyes shining.

I said. Then I blinked. Reality snapped back into focus like a rubber band pulled too tight. I was standing at the edge of the clearing. Kieran was still propped against the tree behind me. My body felt heavy. Wrong. Like I was wearing someone else’s skin. Movement caught my eye. There was fighting. Between Cobras and Cassian. Conrad was on his knees in the open field, hands wrapped around his own head. He twisted. Bone snapped with a sound that carried across the distance. His head came free, trailing gore and vertebrae, and he hurled it at me.

They saw Barbie's smirk from the screen and they knew the it's over. Barbie crouched on the ground. Kieran's stones, debris and vines began to attack her all at once. The time seemed to slow, the spectators were breathless. Lightning strikes at the petite woman and Barbie bursts in blinding light as she seemingly became one with her lightning. Her eyes glowed like electricity as she leaped forwards. She avoided Kieran's attacks and moved towards him. The latter twirled his spear before Barbie could reach him.

One time, he raised a plan of burning the forest along with the dead in it, yet met great resistance from Marcus and other senior officers; the wrath of nature must not be taken lightly, they reasoned. “Go report to the king of what is happening here, lad.” Said a man approaching from behind. The man had a long scar on his closed right eye, and a mustache reaching both his pale cheeks. He clapped Norman’s shoulder then sat steadily on a wooden log right in front of Norman, saying, “I’ll hold the undead here while you must bring reinforcements from the capital.” “I never knew a duke can be ordered by a man lower than him.” Norman joked, having no malice in his words. He took off his helm and

My wolf tries to stop me,she was right though. Everyone knows how rebel kills his enemy. I can't give him a reason to doubt me. The pain in my abdomen starts spreading and that's when I look at the knife closely. The bastards have coated it in wolfsbane. The warriors were crossing me, moving towards the pack and I run behind them. Stopping them from leaving. Sone managed to kick the wound on my abdomen,but I didn't stop. Dragging them down along with me,I keep on landing punches on them. My vision was turning hazy,the wolfsbane was taking its effect.

Raven POV Nothing else of interest happened to me for the rest of the day. After the talk with Allistar, we just focused on weapons training which is my favorite. I've mastered a few weapons, but my favorite would have to be my katanas. There's just something about a weapon that holds so much grace while being extremely deadly that brings such unbridled joy to me. Penelope's weapon of choice is an axe and I have to say it was hilarious to watch the shock and confusion on Allistar and Dimitri's faces when she used it with such precision. Honestly she is absolutely flawless with her axe and she always holds a huge smile on her face when she uses it. I mean really think about seeing a small she

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

Team went on, ignoring his bestfriend "You came back instead of running, which leads me to believe you want to make some sort of deal with us. Now you're using an innocent as a shield. I'd have been more impressed if you'd have held a gun to your own head, claiming you had useful information we could use. Your cowardice sickened the shit out of me." The man's face contorted in fury. His lips parted to reply, but Team moved before he could get a word out. He lunged forward, releasing his dagger in a wide arc. The man twisted out of the way, dragging the bartender with him. But the bartender was not so lucky. His arm swung out as he fought for balance and the dagger ripped through his skin fro