The Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

I released my hold on his throat a little bit but this fool just doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut "I swear I didn't touch her, that bitch is plain crazy. She kept shouting things that I didn't even understand. I only felt her underwear that's all" I stared at him deep in the eyes with in-depth despise. My eyes turned red in absolute fury. "Don't do it Cardin..." Baron pleaded from behind I simply ignored him as I held the fool's head and pulled it off his neck. My white shirt stained with his blood and the rest pooled around his dead body.

Queen Vashti sobbed embracing a weak and groaning Baron in her arms not minding the stain that his blood and dirty body would make on her royal regalia. Rain Herd took in his older son's appearance. Baron was naked and covered with blood and injuries that looked really bad and wasn't healing and he wondered why. Why was he chained up by his younger brother? He took in Xavier who was clothed in just a boxer brief and covered in injuries which had begun to heal unlike Baron's own. Dirt was smeared all over his sons' body, their hair toppled all over their head, filled with debris and stray leaves. Did they have a fight? He pondered

"We hit them hard. At night. We sneak through the southern edge. We burn their outposts. And when Jake comes out to defend his pack..." Baron slammed his fist down again. "We kill him." The rogues roared in agreement, but Baron raised his hand. "This time," he warned, "no mistakes. I want his head brought to me. I want to look into his dead eyes and say, 'She's mine now.'" As the meeting ended, the rogues left with fire in their hearts and bloodlust in their eyes. But deep down... behind all of Baron's anger... there was still something else. Love.

His throat tore with a roar-half wolf, half man-forcing himself back, ripping himself away from the strike. The mist screamed. The ground shook as if Hollow Six itself despised his refusal. But Baron didn't bend. He hurled the blade down into the stone floor, sparks flaring. His burning eyes fixed on the shivering girl, not as prey, but as something untouchable. "Not her," he growled, voice ragged. "Never her." The fog trembled, twisting into shrieking faces, fury made sound. The Hollow had demanded submission, and Baron had spat in its face.

Alexa’s POV I rose to my feet, I'd confirmed what I needed to. This is a werewolf’s blood, who knows, they might have to kill more than one person to get these liters of blood, this is up to twenty. “Let's drink and make merry!” Baron tells his brothers, they all settle down. Raising their faces up, they grin. As they raise their faces, the most frightening thing is being shown. Their eyes which on a normal circumstance have several colors all change to bloody bed, this matching with their devilish grin. They smile towards the camera and for a while my heart stops, anxious if they have sensed the drone.

Perfect for gathering wolves who had no home left to lose. The rogues. I tightened the leather strap around my wrist and watched as one by one, they emerged from the shadows. Feral eyes. Snarling mouths. Some limping from old battles, others practically dripping with rage. Broken things. But even broken things have their uses—if you know how to hold the leash. And I did. The largest of them stepped forward first—Baron. Half his face was scarred beyond recognition, and his left eye glowed white with blindness. But the other eye—sharp. Calculating.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Before Lord Baron could step out, Vincent pulled the trigger, shooting the tyres of the car and the windscreen. “I said come down now!” He came down with both hands raised up. The gun was pointed at his head as he fell to his knees. “Lord Baron” I called, and he fell on his face, “Don,” he responded. “Are you sure I am your Don?” I asked, “I mean, why would you want me dead if I am truly your Don?” “I… it… I… was forced” “That's a lie, Baron” “Have mercy,” he cried.

Leonard, meanwhile, sat at the head of the table with the men, his voice calm but commanding, like he was orchestrating a symphony only he could hear. Dinner began. Conversation buzzed. I tried to steady my hands as I lifted my glass, pretending the crystal didn’t tremble against my fingers. And then it happened. The wine slipped before I even realized it—scarlet liquid blooming like blood across the lap of Bianca Moretti, the wife of the rival boss himself. The hall stilled. Forks paused mid-air. “Oh God….” I reached for a napkin, mortified, but Bianca caught my wrist before I could dab at the spreading stain.