Conan The Barbarian Novels & Stories

He knew what he was doing. I realised he was playing me again. So, I loosened my death grip on my spoon and fought back my anger. "What more can be expected from a Barbarian," I gibed calmly. And just like that, his annoying smirk vanished from his face and amusement drained out his eyes. I inwardly smiled at my small victory. "It seems you have a false understanding of us barbarian," he gritted out, offended. I regarded him with a cold smile. "I have a very clear understanding of your clan. As much as I would like to discuss more about your clan, this is not the most opportune time to do so when we have bloodsuckers rampaging their way toward us," I looked him dead in his eyes and asserted.

Reluctantly, I approached him, facing the expectant onlookers. His gaze, filled with repulsive arrogance and lust, met mine. Summoning all my courage, I spoke firmly. "I, Lyra Sabastian of Wildfire pack, reject you, Maximus Orion of Fable pack, as my mate,". My words echoed through the crowd, sending shockwaves not only through them but through myself as well.

I began to speak, but Harvey silenced me with his finger on my lips. Tilting his head to the cub, lazily, he evaluated him from head to toe. “And what do you intend to do about it?” Arching an eyebrow in challenge, the Alpha spoke nonchalantly. “Will you avenge her, or will you just be a brat who only knows how to scream like a child?” “Damn you, I'll show you...” Conan's hands ignited in a dark flame; his eyes were a bit more invaded by the dark spot; his canines were prominently exposed; and his posture was hostile and angry. “I'm going to kill you!”

She guessed he had German or some other husky, tall ancestry too. He wasn’t handsome in any conventional sense, his cheekbones so pronounced they made him appear too harsh. Some might not consider him good-looking but he was quite exotically beautiful. She guessed the bone structure might be caused by whatever genetic altering had been done to him. He looked human but not quite fully so. With his hate-filled glare and the tense jaw, it gave him a snarling appearance, which he actually did the moment Ellie inched closer. The deep growl made her pause, heart pounding, and fear shot through her. He looked intensely masculine and rough, projecting how dangerous he could be. It disturbed her that

Roman asked, starting to flip through all the possible movies that he could stream. “H.. H.. How about both?” I asked. “Okay, I dig it, like what did you have in mind? And do not forget to think about what you would like to watch too.” Roman said. “How about The Fast and Furious. It has action and explosions while some great jokes?” I said a little bit more comfortable responding. Yet I was still not going to let these men get to know me. “Got to hand it to our mate, their Roman, she sure as hell knows how to keep the peace between the two of us. Such an amazing addition.” He said in complete awe.

The fool startles me. “Stop doing that Conan, ugh,” I grumble, “anyway, do you think Cain and Cyan are... you know a thing?” “They are, but they don’t know they are so obvious,” he chuckles, “don’t tell them you know, it is fun watching them like this.” Of course, Conan would say that he had always seemed like a prankster, so I am not surprised. He really is extra hot up close, like his beautiful brown eyes are so mythical, like something out of this world. He does have kissable lips; they are so moist and look super soft.

and Damien who has proven to be a great asset to have. Irk and Tanner started arguing when we arrived and Damien seemed to be the only one who could calm them down, I think it was because he's staked like a brick house, and both Irk and Tanner seemed to have started to drool once they saw him. I ship them all three of them. Insert evil laugh here. “You have our blessing” an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

A war that never sho‌uld have existed, but now lived‌ and breathed, hungry for bodies. Damon bl⁠amed me for killing our mother and h‌e was rig‌ht to, he I blamed my‍self too b⁠ut when⁠ it ca⁠me down to choosing bet‍ween two lives with only a split second to d‌ecide,‍ th‍ere h‍ad been no hesit⁠ation. No do‌ubt, no moral debate‍.⁠ There was‍n’t a chance in he‌ll I would’ve let my mot‍her touch Lila. No one would ever hurt Lila, except m⁠e.

She stepped into the dimly lit hideout, her movements purposeful, despite the exhaustion that weighed on her limbs. The sounds of muffled voices echoed through the stone walls, leading her deeper into the lair. Conan was waiting for her arrival. He stood at the center of the cavern, his broad shoulders stiff with tension. His piercing eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto Raven the moment she entered, with a gaze that felt like blade against her skin. His jaws tightened, and a flicker of restrained fury burned beneath his composed exterior, making Raven feel uncomfortable.