Conan The Barbarian Novels & Stories

I tighten my grip on Conan, who wants to sprint over to help the woman when Barrett slams her into a tree. Barrett lifts the now-wailing woman slowly, his hand fisted in her hair. The scent of blood hits Conan’s nostrils just as he sees the blood trailing down her leg. A low growl escapes Conan, and my control wanes as he takes a projectile leap, landing before Barrett. A growl rumbles through Barrett, and I quickly shift back to prevent Conan from lunging at him. “What are you doing here, Vince?” Barrett inquires. “She’s bleeding.” I point at the woman.

His eyes fixate on Rene's skinny form, his protruding collar bone that is exposed by his torn, saggy shirt; Lyrien blinks away unfeelingly; the welfare of the 'favourite' son of Jaron shouldn't be his concern. ' How did this barbarian know they'd been beneath? ' The electrifying grey eyes pierce into the very depths of Rene's soul. Now that this barbarian is neither in a cage nor in chains, the broad daylight makes him appear so much bigger... More frightening, like his most terrifying nightmare coming to life. "P_please," Rene stutters, his eyes watering with tears from the harsh grip of the barbarian on his hair which continues to sprinkle fires of pain throughout his skull.

I spat, glaring at him from across the floor. Conan closed the distance between us in two long strides. Before I could move, his hand flew to the back of my head, fisting my hair harshly and yanking my face upward. "You say all of this with tears in your eyes," he mocked, pulling harder. I bit my lips so hard they almost bled, forcing back a scream. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Never. "What, are you excited at the thought of being taken by multiple men?" he added, laughing maniacally.

Then he reached out and gently cupped my face, his thumb grazing my cheek. “Then let me break him instead.” I let out a shaky laugh, but there was no joy in it. “That’s not how this works.” He leaned closer. “That man was my friend once. We hunted together. Bled together. I was there the day he found out he was going to be a father. I held him back when he punched through a tree because he was so overwhelmed with joy.” I swallowed. “And now I see him,” Conan continued, “chained to a wall, whispering riddles to himself. And all I can think is that if he ever dares to harm you or Jayden, I won’t hesitate.”

Its effect wore off the minute I kicked against the armor. I kept retreating while they tried to encircle me. Conan was the first one to get behind me and take me down to the ground while I was trying to keep the remaining four men away. I forgot that he was a pankration champion, at least in the other world. He didn't stab me. Probably it was against his logic, ethics, or whatever to kill an unarmored woman. "You fucking barbarian bitch!" He struck me hard on the face. "Stop this fuckery, NOW!"

At the same time, over on the other side. Two of Regal Palace’s elite fighters were harvesting human lives as fast as they could. As a result, at least twenty enemies died in their hands. Suddenly, one of them heard a huge boom and immediately saw his mate flying away on the impact of a heavy object. “Who is it?” He was shocked and immediately saw the appearance of a huge man, overgrown with hair, looking just like a caveman. The blow came from this unexpected caveman. “I’m Barbarian, who are you?”

What a prophecy filled with goodness. However, immortals believe that in addition to these virtues, there are bad characters such as an angry, argumentative, ambitious and heartless person. Then, here's where things will get bad. These bad traits will increase in level of vices when combined with the red moon and holy blood. All melted into one. That's why INDICENT originally wanted to kill Barbara as soon as she was saved from the clutches of the devil. However, Mr. Adinata's cunning led Rokan Allegro to believe that Bara would not be a threat if she remained under their care.

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

Tiernan passed out blankets and got the fairies settled while Conri cooked dinner with the remainder of our supplies. Conri stood over the fire in only his cloak and leather pants, for which I teased him; telling him he looked more like Conan the Barbarian than Conri the Seducer. He laughed, and I kissed his cheek, whispering to him that I knew his secret; he was neither barbarian nor seducer but a true romantic. He had scoffed at that, but I simply pointed at where the baobhan was resting; wrapped in his tunic. "That is all a part of my diabolical plan to bed her," he huffed.

The smell of his blood quickly reached my nose; the crimson liquid gushing from the stump on his shoulders as his head rolled between my legs. Conri began to stir pushing forward. For a split, second, shock overtook my senses as I started at my friend's head in utter denial until Conri, my wolf, surged forward again breaking me of my torpor. There were still three of these barbarians ready to take another life. Two bear shifters and the lone wolf. I had no time to mourn my friend, no time to wallow in his death or even spare a second to think about him.