Cursed Barney Images Novels & Stories

“You can have all of them if you wish, Mr billionaire,” Laura Emerson commented, “you are disgusting, Kenny. You know very well Luke is not into these kinds of.....” she was abruptly interrupted by Kenny, "Don’t worry, I have treats for you too, look behind you," Laura was reluctant to look, but out of curiosity, he took a sneak peek and notice two muscular men scantily dressed with oily, shiny skin. Laura diverted her gaze sharply and uttered “eeww,” under her breath.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

I slam my glass on the counter. “Having a bad day?” It's the bartender as he refills my glass. I hiss and pick it up. “I'm having a lot of bad days nowadays,” I retort, then a thought crosses my mind and I'm giving all my attention to the bartender; he's a fine man with a sleeve of tattoos on both arms but Mr. Big Shot is better looking. He reads the looks I'm giving him and raises a brow. “Anything I can help you with, miss?” He smiles and I return it.

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.

Thin dark veins curled slowly upward from his wrist like spreading roots, twisting across his forearm in jagged patterns. Alive. He recognized the markings he was dying. The necklace was taking life from him. Roberto stared in horror as the black markings crawled higher beneath pale skin. Toward his chest. Toward his throat It was over, this is the end.

They were kissing like they were starving for each other. "She's so pathetic," Serina was saying between kisses. "Walking around like some beaten dog waiting for scraps of attention." Garrick laughed, I hadn't heard him laugh in two years. "The barren little bitch serves her purpose. For now." Barren? Did he just call me that?

It blinked red. “No. No, no, no—” She slammed her shoulder against it. Nothing. Again. Then the door shuddered from the other side. Metal bent outward, shrieking. Boom. The wall cracked. Dust rained from the ceiling. And through the smoke, through the torn steel frame, Ellie saw him. Cerebus. Chains shattered around his legs. Muzzles dangled torn. Sparks of fire traced his fur, eyes burning gold like molten suns. He looked like the beast from her books — myth reborn, fury incarnate.

Barrett snapped at Serena to leave, then instructed Tara to dismiss all the servants, allowing only his father and older brother to remain in the room. Lately, Barrett had been drinking more than usual. His complexion appeared sallow and haggard. His hair was a mess, like wild grass growing unchecked. His beard, likely only shaved a few days ago, had already grown out in a thin, patchy circle around his pale, cracked lips. To any onlooker, he resembled a wild, mangy dog.

"What did…" "Sorry," Barren shrugs, smirking. "It’s clear that you’re on to me if you came all the way here to find me. If that is the case, I can’t possibly let you live. I hope you understand." "Ben…" I gasp, turning in time to see Benny collapsing against the ground due to a dart that rests in his neck. "How?" "The walls have eyes and teeth," Barren chuckles. "Do you really think I’d be unprepared for such events?"

"Your apprentice injured my friend with a poisoned throwing knife. He deserves this. Give me the antidote!" "The antidote?" Barney huffed coldly and took out a small porcelain bottle as he said, "This is the antidote. However, I'm not just going to give it to you. Get it from me if you can!" Barney got into the stance of the Tiger-Crane Technique. He had to avenge Emmett! If he didn't, how could he ever show his face again? Dexter looked instinctively at Barney, knowing that the latter was only asking for trouble.