Novel & Cerita The Bloody Baron

My headache has faded into the background as an uncontrollable wrath overtakes me. I march outside the room, through the corridor, and down the stairs. They all look at me, and I’m not ashamed of my nakedness. They’ve all seen me during the full moon shifts. I throw the bloodied sheet from the top of the last flight of stairs. It settles neatly at their feet as I snarl. "Here’s your proof! I hope you're pleased. I, for one, am appalled. Things like this used to happen in medieval times, not now."

Because if they don't come out of their grief, then this world is going to face a monster most dangerous than Lucifer. "Neither of you commanded me to go there and capture the man who tricked our princess to come to the underworld and poisoned her to achieve his selfish goals. But I went there anyway, so that I find out about the antidote to the poison and save her. But he turned out to be more than we could handle. Ruthlessly he killed so many warriors, and the worst part is, he is not at all guilty for doing what he is doing" Baron stopped and coughed blood.

I had read something about a former pornographic star being laid off from an office job due to her past involvement in the AV industry. Probably the same thing went for Barays College. Despite Lara calling it a “rundown place” due to the advancement of the world she came from, it was still a prestigious college. Scarlet was possibly afraid that the man would threaten her with the knowledge of her past, so willingly acceded to his desires.

) Edgar prepares his boots by lightly stomping them on the floor before sprinting at the Baron, who is laying on the floor with an enraged expression on his face. "My money-! I told you it's not me, you filthy peasants-" But before he could even utter another word, Edgar appeared and used his full strength to step on the Baron's neck to the point the sound of crack was heard, killing him in the process. (I've completed my task.) Edgar immediately run toward the turmoil crowds and disappeared on sight as Oliver, who wears a noble suit, shouted out. "A commoner had killed Baton Goldenrod!" Of course, that sentence was heard by the people as they turned their heads to see the Baron laying on th

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

Matteo Romano stood behind a desk carved like an altar, a rare bottle of Barolo already uncorked. He poured two glasses without asking. “To contracts sealed in blood,” he murmured, raising his. Bianca accepted hers, though her hand trembled. The wine burned rich, sweet, and heavy on her tongue like temptation, like poison. For the first time, he spoke of himself not as Il Re di Ferro, but as a boy who learned early that mercy was weakness. He revealed fragments, carefully chosen, like daggers disguised as confessions. Yet every detail bound her tighter to his world.

She chuckled. "Well, her fear is valid. You killed five vampires. That is enough to get you executed." As if remembering something, she turned to him. "How do you know my last name your highness?" "I saw it somewhere in your house." "Oh. And you remembered?" Same way he remembered her name after the first time she introduced herself to him. "I have a sharp memory." "Prince Raziel what does it take to be a baroness?" She asked curiously. "Don't tell me you are planning to be one." He uttered in disbelief.

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

She sought for the men who had now become quiet. Some of the Baron’s men were there. Odette was crying but less loudly now, standing by Sir Thibaut’s side. It was dark and she could barely see their faces, but she could feel shock and pity coming off of them like it was a solid force. She could feel a wall dividing her own emotions from her. She felt numb as she saw the still bodies of the thieves on the forest floor. “Let’s go. You need a doctor,” she heard The Baron say in a broken voice. He stood up, his arms carrying her and pinning her close to him. She closed her eyes thinking she never wanted to open them again.

Sapphira sucked in a breath but didn't drop her guard. "I'm sorry they chased you, pretty wolf," King Evander slung his jacket onto the sofa and unbuttoned the cuffs of his black shirt, his wolves snapping to attention. He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on; freckles dotted his red skin, and his yellow eyes held hers as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his thick arms. He smirked at her. Prick. Her growl made the remnants of the windows shudder. "Why don't you let your wolf out to play?" He stepped closer, picking at invisible lint on his shirt, "we could have fun, you and I."