Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Novel Updates Novels & Stories

“It's Barbie, bitch” My palm itched, I so badly wanted to strangle her, but restrained myself. “Right. Barbie it is,” I said through gritting teeth. “We are a team. Let's act like one...” Before I could finally, a growl echoed nearby. Jolted around pulling out my daggers. This game was moving too fast for my taste. Jus then a Devourer burst from the shadows—python head snapping, body moving too fast to track. “Barbara!” I shouted. “Grab a weapon!”

It was easy to see who had been in battle before, and it put me at ease knowing that they weren't concerned. They had either accepted their fate or trusted their king to lead them to victory. I scanned over a group of familiar barbarians. They wore their weapons with pride, and Charlie sat beside Damien as she chewed on a stick of dried meat with a smile as she chuckled with her team. I wondered what her life was like when she was on her adventures, but seeing her now, she seemed more comfortable than ever.

I know I'm acting like a wild animal, but, arent wild animals able to survive out in the wild precisely because they are overly cautious? I apply the paste on the wound and hold it down for a moment. As soon as the paste touches my skin I feel a sharp pain in my arm and I hold on stoically. I feel a burning sensation as if it burns my skin, for a second I doubt if it is having an effect or if it is causing more damage. I quickly dismiss the idea, if I was taking damage I'd have received a notification of my health points. I can trust these notifications, they've been quite helpful this last month and It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they have kept me alive all this time.

The suffocating pressure in the hall instantly eased. I let out a long breath of relief. I survived. Barely. Without another word, Nerien turned and leisurely walked toward the exit. The servants quickly stepped aside, lowering their heads as he passed. Even Riven watched him leave without saying a word. "See?" I muttered under my breath. "He's the scary final boss." Yes! I'm alive! Maybe transmigration isn't so bad after all. Maybe I'll actually survive this novel— Host, please stop celebrating prematurely.

After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat. In the story, right before we reached the government's underground bunker, Hudson abandoned me. Without laws, the monsters roaming the wasteland were far more terrifying than the heat. I fell into the hands of raiders and met a miserable end. The sudden download of information made my head spin. As Hudson reached out to hand me the ice, I instinctively swatted his hand away. "Don't! I... I don't want it anymore." Silence fell over the RV. Maybe he was so used to my dramatic mood swings that nothing surprised him anymore. He looked at his reddened hand and shook his head in resignation.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

The Outlanders would have spoiled my pack and left it in ruins, killing our men and taking our women and children for their underground business. I didn't want to imagine what he would do if he ever got to Carly. Dodging a brown wolf that was tossed, he crashed hard against a tree, his broken ribs were rewarded by his screams as he fell to the ground. I turned in time to quickly pin down a rogue that attacked me from the side, and without a second to spare, I bit out his throat before moving to the next unfortunate rogue. After the ritual, I felt alive again — more alive than ever. The new strength I had was refreshing.

His eyes fixate on Rene's skinny form, his protruding collar bone that is exposed by his torn, saggy shirt; Lyrien blinks away unfeelingly; the welfare of the 'favourite' son of Jaron shouldn't be his concern. ' How did this barbarian know they'd been beneath? ' The electrifying grey eyes pierce into the very depths of Rene's soul. Now that this barbarian is neither in a cage nor in chains, the broad daylight makes him appear so much bigger... More frightening, like his most terrifying nightmare coming to life. "P_please," Rene stutters, his eyes watering with tears from the harsh grip of the barbarian on his hair which continues to sprinkle fires of pain throughout his skull.