Holy Barbarians Book Novels & Stories

This was the last topic he wanted to talk about. His father, Khal Anubis, King of the Wildings and deadliest demon alive, had disowned him years ago, just because he refused to claim his throne as the demon prince. While he lived in isolation, he received news of his mother's death. Thane Bowen murdered her, and in return, Khal slaughtered almost all the lycans and took Naomi as his prisoner. Kieran burned with vengeance towards the lycans for so many years. He built the Nightshade Pack and became the Alpha. His brutality in dealing with enemies earned him the name, Barbarian, Savage Alpha.

I looked at the old alpha; that uneasy feeling in my stomach swirled around like an anxious animal trapped in a cage. “They sent guards. The Barbarians are already here.”

The barbarian kingdom operates on dominance and old brutal traditions, they treat their women like sex objects and their libido for sex was higher than normal. She was promised before birth, her parents tried to protect her but it all failed. She grew up loved by her parents who had survived enough darkness to know exactly what they were protecting her from. He was the enemies son, a threat that should be eliminated. But one thing saves him, he’s weak, slow and fragile. He doesn’t look like a threat, he steps into the barbarian world and catches the interest of someone forbidden. ***** Book Two: Betrothed to the Ruthless Barbarian King

Someone had left a book behind, with a brown bookmark stuck in between the pages. She picked up and glanced at the title. Barbarian, by an author named Bella. The cover of the book featured a winged creature with a beautiful woman. "That's a Wilding." Jordan said behind her. She looked at him in confusion. "What's that?" "A crossbreed offspring of a demon and a vampire." He explained. "Are they real?" "I have no idea. I've only heard of them in myths and legends." Scarlett looked down at the book again. For some strange reason, the winged man reminded her of Dylan. The same bone structure, facial features, perfect jawline and compelling eyes...

Or perhaps respect for the way Diablo and I silently took over. By now rumors have started flying back home. About us. About our moves. About Diablo secretly swearing me in as his next in command moments after I killed Timothy. By now my father has heard all of it. And that was one of the reasons I took this trip with Lucy. To let the dust settle. We stare at each other. A face off, perhaps. Then he breaks into a small smile and sips his brandy. "My meat. Your poison, Olympus." A small smile forms on my face. I lift my glass toward him. Both of us settling into that mutual respect.

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Slowly, I read through the information and with every line of words about him, my heart began to hammer loudly in my chest and my eyes pooped widely with every sentence and words I read. The headline of another gossip information read. ‘The eldest son of Rolando De Luca, Bratva of the Saints Clan, opened a huge security company just last week.’ I chewed on my lips even harder, reading and reading until I was able to gather as much information as I could. And as I turned off my phone, an idea popped into my head in the form of revenge. I swear, I would enjoy seeing him waver once he found out a hacker is trying to break into his company’s firewall.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

"Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures." "Yeah, we had a very meaningful conversation. Where were you?" Anbir repeated his question. "I was site seeing", Rudra smiled recalling his day with Toshani. "All by yourself?" "Kind of. It's a lovely city," Rudra replied almost to himself. Anbir shook his head and went back to his massage. He had swum for hours and his every muscle was aching, though the reward was worth it. ********** Bhairav walked into the citadel library. Casting back his black hood, he laid a huge dusty bundle of parchments on the desk and ran his hand over the leather cover murmuring in Sanskrit.

At 35, trauma nurse Tessa William spent six years being the invisible glue of a blended family that never wanted her. She funded everything, endured the ex-wife’s contempt, and swallowed her mother-in-law’s mockery of the hysterectomy that left her barren. When the apocalypse hit, they left her behind. “There’s no seat for you. The kids need their actual parents.” She died alone in the stairwell, still holding the trauma kit she packed for them. Then she woke seven weeks earlier… with a Survival System. This time she divorces Mark, takes every asset, and builds a sealed medical fortress alone. And then Dr. Chase Worthington returns, the surgeon who once saw her worth without need