The Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

After a while of searching, Marlin found what she was looking for. Four years ago, on the day that the woman became sick. Marlin scrolled through more of the memory to not spend her entire day watching it. She slowly scrolled to find something of interest, and she did. And what she saw was quite surprising to her. In the memory, Marlin witnessed the baron and his two goons that Marlin saw before at the front of the house. The baron was talking about their debt that had increased even more. Metil was getting heated and punched one of the goons but was quickly put in his place afterward and was beaten. They only stopped when the baron told them to.

The muffled roar of the ocean outside was the only reminder that the world beyond the cabin still existed. This man always came down with an iron bar stick in his hands to hit any woman that was reluctant to go with him. He had a lamp in his left hand as he raised it up midair to have a vivid view of the women in the cabin. He took out a rusted key from his pocket and then made it to where the corpse of the woman lay, cold and stiff. As he bent down to unlock the woman's ankle from the train of chains, he dropped his iron bar rod in the process.

The barman glanced at her and she waved him over just as the two men flanked her. “I’ll have another,” Hunter said to the barman. “Boss wants to see you.” The man standing next to her was huge. He had a goatee, dark brown hair and blank eyes. He was meaty, there were no other words to describe him and Hunter knew that even with her heels, he’d tower over her. Her drink appeared and she downed the vodka again, this time ignoring the lime. “Put it on your boss’s tab.” The barman looked at the big man. He nodded his head and Hunter stood up from the bar stool.

One of the Titan wolves attempted finally, reaching out to grip my arm before Fedora unsheathed her sword in a silent warning, forcing the muscle-headed wolf to back off with an offended scowl. “This is the height of it! It's kidnapping and imprisonment! Let me GO RIGHT THIS INSTANT ANTHONY-” The Baron shrieked, and my eyelashes fluttered at the spittle flying from his lips like a geyser. If he screamed anymore I was almost certain he would burst a vein in his head.

Said ghost was addressing his mustache and goatee with one of his hands, while giving the other ghost around the table a quick pointed look. The fourth and last ghost in the room, who sat in the chair in the Slytherin section, kept his eyes at the center of the table, waiting for Susan to talk. The Bloody Baron, that is how the castle's children addressed him, was a tall man with a gaunt face and blank eyes. His elegant robes are stained with a silvery substance that most people regard as blood. "You are certainly correct about the subject and reason, Sir Robert. It's about the incident that occurred on Halloweens eve night. The supposed reopening of Salazar's

The memory of the salt air now felt like a mockery, a reminder of a boy who believed a sunflower and a heartbeat could stand against a hurricane. Toby stared at the man sitting across from him. Arthur Vance looked like a man who had been hollowed out by the same fire currently consuming Toby. Once the Chief Financial Officer of Laredo’s primary holding company, Vance was now a specter in a threadbare suit, his hands trembling as he clutched a glass of cheap whiskey.