Shrek X Barry Novels & Stories

The place smelled of blood and fear, sweat, and the stench of burned flesh. Barry lay in a blood-splattered coffin, his body a thousand cuts and raw, charred flesh. His eyes found Kendalf immediately, became anxious and desperate. Kendalf tried to reach him on the common path of their kind, but Barry’s mind was frozen; it was impossible for him to move or communicate. But for the desperation in his eyes, Kendalf would have dismissed the cellar as harmless to any of their kind.

I uttered. Barry took a step closer to me. The smirk on his face widened into a beaming grin. "Oh yeahh," Barry's voice spoke boomingly, boosted by the shower setting around us. "You're not dreaming," Barry said letting his voice linger before continuing. "These are for real." Barry rocked his hips. This caused his big, wrinkly nuts to shake back and forth in front of me. "Impressive, aren't they?"

Sandra whispered while continuing her chewing. Barra only muttered while looking for the figure who had approached him earlier. If only his father hadn't told him to accompany Sandra, he would have been looking for Serena's whereabouts by now. "Aaak," said Sandra who told Barra to open his mouth. Without thinking, the woman's thin hands were already preparing to feed food into the man's mouth. "What the hell are you doing? I'm allergic to shrimp!" Barra screamed as his lips almost touched the tip of the spoon.

Yvette Hill wants to push Barry away and continue to walk inside, but Barry refuses to move a step from the door of the office. "You haven't married the young master, so you don't have the right to order me." "Go away, a little housekeeper, dare to talk to Mrs. Hunter like that." Aaron’s grandpa appeared in front of Barry with a dragon crutch. He bumped Barry with the dragon crutch, and broke his left arm. Barry said nothing but moved away from the office door. Aaron hears the movement outside, he opens the door and looks at Yvette Hill and Arno Hunter standing at the door. "What happened?"

I said and coughed slightly because of the effort it took to do that. The male stared at me for several seconds then ordered one of them to give me water. Barry moved to obey the order with a smirk on his face and when he returned with the water, I understood the reason for his amusement. He brought me water in a dog bowl, like I was just a common animal, a pet he brought home. The boss seemed pleased with Barry’s subtle insult but if he truly knew all about our species like he had said earlier, then he would know how much pride shifters had. I would rather die than stoop so low as to drink water from a dog bowl.

He fumbled with his breeches in the dark. “First ye say ‘nay’,” He mimicked a high whining voice. “then it’s all ‘clothes off, Barbarian. Get ta ruttin’.” I nodded. “Are ye complainin?” I mimicked a booming, gruff voice that made him pause at tugging at his waist to peer up at me. “I dunnot sound like tha’.” “Course ye dunnot.” I mimicked again. His eyes narrowed. “Yer mine, ye bit of spitfire.”

Barry came out of his room with a whistle. He was very happy to be going back to playing missions, Yes, he was sure that they would be playing missions again this time. And her smile continued to be etched on her lips all the way to the room of the ruler. "Holla, how are you Dude?" In his rancid style, Barry entered the room where three people were already present with their respective experts. "Hello man, how are you doing? Is your fire basoka still working properly? I think you're pretty ba... ik" Barry immediately shut up when he saw the dark aura released by the ruler.

Barbara shouted as I was blinking a few times, trying to comprehend what she was talking about. “Excuse me?” “Yeah, that’s right. You, Mr. Brandon Cornwall, is and will ever be a piece a shit,’’ she slurred as she was giggling after that statement. “Barbara, where are you?” I asked as I can count how much longer my anger was trying to get hold of my sanity. And with Barbara being vulnerable and drunk, I cannot think of anything else right now.

The door was wide open. Barry, Brock, and Lexi ran to the open doorway. “Jesus Christ!” Brock exclaimed. Lexi’s eyes popped out as her hands flew to her mouth. “Fuck!” Barry yelled. Brock and Barry slowly entered the room. Lexi slowly walked in behind them. She was breathing heavy through her nose. She still had her hands over her mouth as she took in the gruesome scene.

This one is by the sewing room, so I look inside, hearing a commotion. And there’s Barbara, shouting at the seamstress. I have this weird sense of relief that I found her mixed with the horror of having actually found her, and my brain can’t get a handle on those emotions right now, so I don’t say a word. But Shelby does. “Where the hell have you been?!” she asks her in a sharp tone. Barbara puts her hand on her hip like she’s never been so insulted in her entire life. “I’ve never been so insulted in my life,” she says.