Minecraft Barako The Sun Chief Novels & Stories

“Whoa, it’s Young Master Berry, the big boss behind Jumbo Bar!” Someone shouted, which immediately caused a commotion. Young Master Stanley Berry was the biggest boss behind Jumbo Bar and also the most outstanding young master!

The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble faintly. A powerful aura suddenly exploded from his body. The warriors immediately stiffened. Even Marcus’s confident expression cracked slightly. “…that decision no longer belongs to your pack.” Marcus stared at him. “What are you talking about?” For a brief moment, the stranger said nothing. Then he slowly lifted his head. The moonlight illuminated his silver hair and glowing golden eyes. When he spoke again, his voice carried a terrifying authority. “I am Sunny, ruler of the northern territories.” The forest fell completely silent.

Elias smiled gently, did not expect so many days without close followers, but in just two days, he brought back two people who did not have a bit of health and intelligence. Elias turned to enter the bar, ignoring the stubbornness of the girl standing there. “Innkeeper, give me a pint of beer.” Elias sat in a corner, avoiding others to recognize his identity, raised his hand to call for service. “Yes now, yes now!” A werewolf that hasn't fully evolved yet, with a hairy face, holding a large beer bottle, ran very fast. “Please use it! Would you like something else to eat?” His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled th

Zach said as he slightly touched me to show he was pretending to be tied to the rope. “Release me then,” I said and he instantly refused, “They are hungry barbarians around us who won’t hesitate to shoot a deadly at us, I can’t risk that,” he said and I understood perfectly. The barbarians chants began to be heard again as they cheered happily heading towards us, with a few men carrying a throne on their head, whom I supposed where their tribal chief. “That’s it! We toast,” Mark stated aloud as he saw them approach us, “Fuck it man, we should never have boarded that plane, none of this, how are we going to explain that we were on a plane and then landed on this placed filled with carnivores

Griffin was also bobbing his head, slightly miffed that neither Slayer had immediately figured his clues out. “It’s Babor,” Aki said, a bit mystified herself at the way everything came flooding back to her. The name meant “beaver” and was an old nickname for a hard worker. “Yuri Babor,” she added breathlessly. “That’s the name of the chief architect.”

James, the bartender smiled to him with a slight bow, “I’m good sir, what can I get for you?” “Oh the usual,” the blonde man said with a soft chuckle, “what of my room, is it available?” “Of course sir, the manger never forgets to arrange it for you.” “Good, good,” he chuckled again, “anyway, send the usual up there, I will be turning in, in fifteen minutes, my baby and I still want to dance before venturing into the real deal,” he was looking at the girl with him now who caressed his face sexually.

They were powerful beasts, but these powerful creatures were only serving as mounts for these three Barbarians. “Leave the mounts here. We’d finish the rest of the journey on foot.” The Barbarian who sat on the largest beast spoke up. His eyes were red, just like Number 3’s, and he was very good looking. He had long red hair that extended all the way to his buttocks, and almost covered his entire back. He was almost two meters tall, and had an extremely impressive build. He wasn’t bulky, but lean with well sculpted muscles. Even on Ice Frost Mountain which was covered in snow and ice, this man was almost naked! He wore only a pair of trunks that covered his genitals, and had a large axe stra

“I thought I gave you an order. Zap the vermin, make them yield, I wont tell you again! Violent winds rage outside, although the rain and thunder seems to have stopped, it still feels turbulent and this damn lunar eclipse makes it hard to see where I’m going. My boots slush through the mud and debris left behind by the storm as I make my way towards the cages. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with the chief’s outburst, but when I shine my flashlight at the mutilated figures huddled in the corner of their encloses, I know exactly why I do. Making my way along the long line of kennel-like structures, there’s not a single shifter left with the strength to howl loud enough for Chief Marcus to hea