Conan The Barbarian Novels & Stories

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As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

I was at that point , where I couldn't even tell what I felt for her anymore , no cross that . I knew what I felt for her but I didn't want accept it or maybe I couldn't. A knight wasn't always a shining hero , riding on a horse paving his way through the enemy troops to save the damsel , sometimes he was an unwanted devil ,some one that the damsel in distress never needed . " You did fine for the past two years , what are you trying to say now , why don't you just admit that you are no longer in control , asshole ?" Wow , I mean literally wow . Conan actually made himself sound like human , before I thought the guy was some sort of machine automation , never getting angry , never showing an

BOM! The arrows exploded midair and whiplashed the enemies. Some fell to the ground and exploded. The chaotic moment ensued, then. “Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!” Conan mumbled exhaustedly under Oldie.

Damon knew he was in trouble. "I don't wanna fight you, mate," Tom said, gradually releasing him from his grip. "We don't have to do this, please. I'm sorry I let you down, but he left me with no choice. If I let you go, promise you won't…" But then, something unexpected happened. Damon felt a surge of energy coursing through his body. He realized that he had turned into a werewolf. With newfound strength and agility, Damon managed to fully break free from Tom’s grip. He spun around and kicked Tom hard in the back, sending him flying through the air.

He stared at his men sprawled on the ground like broken dolls and stammered, "H-How dare you hurt my guys? You're dead. Do you hear me? You're dead!" Conan broke into a cold sweat as he fumbled for his phone to call for backup. Andrew's face remained expressionless as he stepped forward and slapped Conan hard enough to make his jaw twist. "You little punk! How dare you hit me!" Conan roared with rage, his face contorted. "I'll kill you for this!" He could not believe this nobody had not only taken down his bodyguards but dared to strike him. He would simply not tolerate this humiliation. "Really? I'd like to see you try." Andrew sneered, delivering several more stinging slaps to Conan's face

I don’t know what that was, but I need to stay as far as possible from Hunter Abercrombie. **** I walk into the bar to meet my waiting friends. I drop my purse at the boot, eyeing them. “Look,” Ezra, one of my best friends, says. I lift my hand, signaling I needed a drink before I could converse like a normal human. I walk to the bar, ignoring the eyes on me, and ordered a glass of Scotch on the rocks. I take a swig before heading back to my friends. “Okay, I can function.” “What’s up with you, love?” Scott asks.

I'm not proud of that, but I'm really glad that he's not as angry as he was before. Cassandra had told me of his temper, and I'd foolishly almost pushed him right over the edge. I insulted everything he lived for. The barbarians are a life of crime. They are born of blood and death, sacrifice and fault. I stand as he opens the door to the hallway. I follow him outside, hearing the bustle of soldiers in red cloths and blood acting as body paint rush down the hallway with spears, knives and khopesh swords in their hands.

The warrior stared at Darius for a moment before his body suddenly began to change. His bones cracked as his body grew bigger, his shoulders enlarged, and his fingers turned into sharp claws. Grey fur quickly covered his skin as his face changed into a wolf's. He dropped onto the floor, and within seconds, a huge grey wolf stood before us. He lifted his head and let out an aggressive roar that made some of the warriors step back. Its sharp teeth showed as it growled loudly at Darius, ready to attack. Some of the warriors cheered, expecting him to take Darius down easily. I couldn’t move my eyes away from Darius. He was still injured, and I was worried the fight would make things worse, but h

My hand flies out, slapping Conan across the face so hard that his jaw twists with a loud pop. "You little punk healer! How dare your hand strike my face!" Conan roars with massive rage, his expression totally contorted. "My pack will kill your skin for this insult!" He cannot believe a young healer has not only taken down his elite guards but dared to strike his alpha skin. "Really? My wolf would love to see your hands try," I smirk. My hand delivers several more stinging slaps straight to Conan's bleeding face. Blood gushes heavily from Conan's nose and mouth as his head spins around from the speed of my strikes. With one powerful kick to his gut, my boot sends Conan's heavy frame sprawlin