Novel & Cerita The Bloody Baron

The boys and I were practically raised in these scenarios so it was like our natural habitat, if anyone would beat us in a gunfight, it wouldn’t be these amateurs. We took cover and with precise aim, we took them out one by one, we just clipped their arms and other unimportant parts, but we left Baron intact for what was to come. "You think you’ve won?" Baron snarled, spitting on the floor. He was tied to a chair now, his spotless white suit looking a lot less spotless. "More of my men will be here soon. You're dead. You're all dead". "Your men are busy paying dues to the Overlords, right?" I said, pulling up a chair and sitting across from him. I wanted to see the moment the light went out

That was when my breath seemed to leave my lungs. Even if I knew that my own grandfather was one of those who had planned this cruel scheme and that he had only thought of me as a tool, I still couldn’t bear to see him being killed before my own eyes. Surprisingly, Dicken did not attack Baron immediately. Instead, he used his own razor-sharp tail fin to slice a chunk out of Baron’s own, like an ancient warrior who cuts off his enemy’s arm as his spoil for winning.

I can taste blood in my mouth, but I refuse to scream. Baron chuckles softly. “Oh, and I made a few changes to her. I thought you’d appreciate my improvements. You always liked a challenge, didn’t you? She’s quite the one now.” His laughter echoes in my head, cruel and hollow. Every word fuels my rage. I dig deep inside myself, searching for the strength I thought was gone. Then something snaps. My hand bursts free, and the shadows answer my call once more. They surge forward, slamming into Baron with the force of a storm. The blast throws him back hard, piercing through his chest. He crashes into the ground several meters away.

The Baron's eyes were wide with shock and pain. “Someone's daddy paid me a visit,” Alpha Knight said with a smirk. “That sssly...old—” he coughed painfully, unable to complete his insult. “Goodbye, Valerik. Let it be known that you wasted your potential immortality for the love of greed.” And then the BBA pulled out the dagger. The Baron groaned and fell face down, dead. His body immediately began to decompose until it turned into ash. The remnant of his army saw he had fallen, and they began to run. But the wolves rounded them all up and they all went down on their knees.

VINCENT Grief hung heavy in the air. Apart from Rylee, Baron's closest acquaintances and family members, Iris, Nia, Gregor and I were gathered at the funeral site to pay our respects. Baron had been poisoned. According to his beta, he had kept his symptoms to himself. He had suddenly gotten worse and before anyone could do anything about it, he had passed away. Baron had been the head of Belmore Werewolf Council and now that he was no more, the tension was bigger than ever.

When I gave it a read, I wrote 'Man in black clothing dumping the bodies he killed by slashing their throats and cutting their tongues out. I backed away from my system and looked at it with utter shock, not believing what I was seeing. What the hell is happening here!?

“If you ever speak to her in that way, I will end you” She knew he heard them speaking but she did not think he would sense her turn to be hostile. She shivered in fear at his threat, she knows he will do it, the Baron hates it when people act out of character. He walked out of there leaving her on the floor coughing at blood from the internal bleeding she sustained. **************************************** Few days passed

he started. But Alexander just kicked Baron in the shoulder, knocking him back to the ground. Baron grunted, landing flat on his back. He tried again to roll onto his side, his legs scrambling frantically on the polished hardwood floor as he attempted to crawl away, but Alexander paced another couple steps forward, his affect still chillingly calm, and kicked Baron again, this time in the stomach, and with a lot more force, eliciting a dog-like yelp from the downed man. With my eyes glued to the two Alphas, I had not observed the arrivals of all my colleagues, but as Baron cried out in pain, clutching at the center of his body, I noticed the flurry of activity coming closer. Everyone was her

The Wolf King from the west had always been a lunatic who dared to take on even the emperor when provoked. Baron’s expression changed again. In the end, he looked at Emmy and gritted his teeth, saying, “I’m! Sorry!” Then, he lost all dignity to stay and led his soldiers to leave Calmert Estate in embarrassment. Just as he stepped out of the door, Emmy responded cheerfully, “It’s okay!” Baron stumbled and almost spat out blood. Then, he quickly left. “Mister, you were so cool just now!” Emmy jumped for joy, her gem-like eyes reflecting Andrius’ figure, shining brightly at this moment.

He was sitting on my favorite couch in a black jean and black shirt—the only color I had ever seen him wear—, legs crossed, cigarette in one hand, and the other hand flexing a gun carefully. Baron was a tall and big man. He was not fat per se, but all those large muscles and heavy-looking chest made him look bigger than most guys—Lucas excluded. He had chestnut brown curly hair, and otherwise his mean and murderous personality, he was a very handsome man with black eyes and a very pointed nose.