Conan The Barbarian Novels & Stories

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

he yelled at us throwing the files he was holding at us and I peeped to glance at the picture on it. Rainal O'Brien? I've never seen is picture but he is quite handsome and hot. I was able to identify it because his name is boldly written under it. "He is the drug Lord and we can't just let him see our weakness just because everyone think he is dangerous" "Vendetta this is your next Mission"he said and my eye widened. "But sir" "Aren't you capable anymore just because you know he is powerful"he fired and I swallow my words.

Alpha Lorenzo Conan arrived ten minutes later, with five other warriors, one of whom threw me a pair of joggers. “What is the…” Conan's speech was cut short as he focused on the body, "Ugh… W.T.F!!!” “Who would even do this?” Veins bulged at the sides of his face as he ranted. The other warriors moved closer to observe what had triggered his fury. They withdrew right away, some of them retreating to a corner and heaving their guts out

"You understand that by defying my commands, you have messed up. Without a well-thought-out Plan B, you don't take unnecessary risks or overdo things." I heard the siren wail in the distance as I was speaking, and we all hurried to get into our cars and drive away. Conan came up to me in my cabin and tried to apologize, but I did not listen to him, so he became upset. With his green eyes sparkling like an electric bulb, he said, "You're getting soft." Where's all your feistiness? You need to get over whatever redemption arc you're going through and realize that we are all just misfits. This is not the Thor I knew."

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Arkyn said, waiting for the push. Conan pushed forward not needing to be told twice. Within seconds a massive silver wolf replaced where Arkyn once stood. Conan curled his toes into the dark toes into the snow. Conan was solid silver except for a black outline of his face, an ash color strip down his back, and all of his toes were a dark black. He shook and lowered his head taking off after her.

He said. He picked me up and sat me in the tub, leaning my chest against a bar for support. I didn’t respond. What was there to say? How could I trust a word he said if he went to another woman first thing the morning after we were mated? Damon grabbed the bathing sponge and glided it over the slashes in my back which were incredibly tight and itchy.

Every time I tried to shift, even just to draw a fuller breath, the edge of the blade scraped against my rib, sending a fresh spike of white-hot agony straight to my skull. I stayed perfectly still. It was the only way to manage the pain. Kark stood over me, his massive, scarred chest heaving. He wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was looking at Torin. Even this barbarian looked unsettled. He had a smirk on his face, but it was a cold, clinical thing.

"There is a difference. You should try it sometime. I understand it might be a novelty for your kind." His hand shot out and shoved my shoulder, hard enough to rock me back a step. Pain flared through my healing ribs, but I forced my face to stay flat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. "Say that again," he snarled. "I said," I repeated slowly, leaning into every word, "that honesty seems to be a foreign concept among barbarians. Though I suppose I should not expect much from men who fight like animals and think it makes them strong."