Conan The Barbarian Novels & Stories

I broke into a laugh. ******** I was making sandwiches and pancakes for breakfast while Conan was working on the radio. It was Sunday, and we were planning to go hunting in the forest. He looked sexy, shirtless. He was shirtless because I was wearing his shirt. “You look sexy as hell,” Conan grinned, eyeing my legs. “And your legs. Damn, they are just so gorgeous.” “Now, shut it and take off your eyes, and do your work.” I laughed while putting cheese slices in the sandwich.

Zeus yells while throwing thunderbolts at some of the Wendigos. Conan stares at Zeus, he’s the last person he expected to see. “We can discuss this calmly.” “Calmly my ass. Calmly went out of the window when you went after Yesenia.” Zeus throws more thunderbolts killing more Wendigos. “Attack” Conan yells pointing at Zeus and looks around at his men, only to see he’s the only one standing. When he looks back at Zeus and screams when a strange hand goes around his neck. Conan tries to bite him with his two-inch-long teeth, but he stops when a thunderbolt goes into his heart.

"You're not a coward." "I have been," Leonard said. "Until last night. Until this morning, sitting in that room, deciding that I was done being one." He exhaled, long and unsteady. "I am not going to pretend this doesn't hurt. It is going to hurt for a long time, Daveson, the fact that the beginning of us had a lie folded inside it that I did not get to consent to. But I watched you almost die twice yesterday, and both times the only thing my body knew how to do was put itself between you and whatever was coming, and I do not think that is a thing a person's body does for someone it is capable of simply walking away from."

Eighteen months ago. “Someone got them before us,” Jonathan, the mafia consigliere, reported grimly. Zane Kang’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm as his fury simmered. “Who the hell?” Jonathan hesitated, swallowing hard. “L-Lorenzo K-Kim.” The name alone was enough to send Zane’s rage soaring beyond bounds. Once just a pickpocket from a small town, Zane had clawed his way up from nothing to become the most feared mafia boss in Korea by twenty-one. Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest.

NICKOLAS POV (SHADOWOOD PACK) I pressed my palms against the warm wooden railing of the balcony, staring out at the sprawling city below. The lights from the Shadowood Pack’s territory stretched endlessly, illuminating the night like a restless beast which refused to sleep. From up here, the noise of the pack, the howling wolves, distant laughter, the hum of traffic—was nothing more than a faint murmur. I dragged deeply on my cigarette, the smoke curling into the air. Behind me, the faint scent of sweat and perfume clung to the room, a reminder of the hours I’d just spent with Emerald.

I rushed forward instinctively, tears burning in my eyes. “Rian, you saved me. You saved both of us,” I said quickly, my voice trembling as I tried to look at his wounds. He gave me a weak smile and shook his head. “It was my duty, Gwen. I would do it again without a thought. You do not need to thank me.” Still, I could not stop the tears from falling. I wanted to help him, but the healer was already there, tending to his wounds. Conan finally shifted back into his human form, his chest bare, his body smeared with blood and dirt. He walked toward me, his expression stern but also protective. His eyes softened just slightly when they met mine.

My head was tilted to the side. Conan eyed the list before his eyes landed on me. “Don't look at me like that. I was watching this movie and the protagonist left his bodyguard to take care of all the needs of his ‘little kitten’ while he was gone. Don’t know why he called her a little kitten though. But I thought it’d be the same thing.” I added a nonchalant shrug. Conan’s shoulder shook with what I could only assume was pressed laughter, then he got up to his feet and straightened up, unfolding like a petrified giant that was waking from his slumber.

I said quickly. "Summer, don't..." Tony started to protest. "Listen to your girlfriend," the man said and came forward to grab me. "Don't touch her!" Tony roared and attacked him. Everything happened quickly. I saw Tony struggle with the kidnapper then I heard another gunshot. I quickly dropped down on the floor. But, if there was one thing my dad taught me, it was not to act like a damsel in distress. I got up and jumped on the man's back who was hovering over Tony, trying to choke him. Then I bit him on his neck in a true vampire style.

We had faced down some of their kind before, many Barbarians mercenaries or sellswords as we called them were used to bolster Persian ranks during the war. I hear Pal’Lacon muttering some old Latin curses, but then he raises his hand and opens up his palm and then begins to speaking in a Northland dialect asking them to state their business. One of the Barbarians stepped forward, he carried a hammer and an axe both were drenched in blackened dry blood. He shouts something and suddenly throws his axe directly at Pal’Lacon but the Old Spartan immediately blocks it with his shield. “Closed ranks!” Varkii screams. My head begins to throb as the adrenaline starts rushing through my body, as if so

’, This time Sugriva was on fire. Bali jostled Sugriva, ‘Otherwise… you will be killed by me…Idiot’, Bali left the iron rod from the corner of the design department and raised it for attacking. Sugriva was afraid. He ran away. Bali was behind him, ‘Sugriva… Stop. Today is your last day on the Neptune. Soon, you will be with Shiva.’, Bali threw the rod, and it hit the back of Sugriva. He fell. Bali reached, left the rod, and smashed on the Sugriva’s right shoulder. Sugriva screamed. Sugriva gathered some energy and tried to run again. Somehow, he managed and escaped from the industry. Bali was still behind him. They both were on the street road of Kishkindha.