The Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

I think he meant excuse me. "And you thought tattooing the Barbie logo on your lower back would be a good way to be a rebel?" He snickered, planting a sloppy kiss to my cheek. "I'm a barbie goooorrrlll." I sang out loud, and Griffin broke into a fit of laughter. My stomach a growled. I can't tell if I'm hungry or if I want to fall somewhere and vomit. "Indeed you are." "Hey! Pink is such…. Good luckor. Coluck….. call- whass that word that rhymes with lolor?"

At the same time I said that, the wolf man said, “This isn’t the man who lives here.” Blair turns to him, her brow furrowed deeply as she frowns and asks him, “Are you sure?” He nods his head, “Positive. I’ve never met this man before. I know the other guy.” He tilts his head to the side as he looks over Blade and says, “If I had to bet I would think you’re one of the Ambrose brothers… probably the scary looking one that I’ve heard so much about.” Normally a comment like that would make Blade smirk, but he doesn’t stop glaring as he says, “Blade Ambrose, and you are?”

"Goddamnit! Turn the music off!" Benjamin howled as he angrily kicked a few of his men when they failed to move fast enough. His men scrambled to their feet and rushed to turn on the lights in the bar and turn off the music as well. With the lights fully on, the young men and women in the bar who had been enjoying themselves finally saw Benjamin's blood-soaked head, and they scrambled away to hide in terror at the bloody sight. Benjamin's piercing gaze scanned the crowd, but no one seemed to stand out as the perpetrator.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

She stabbed him again and a louder scream escaped his mouth. “Then give all of their names.” “Pl—Please—Please.” He swallowed hard. His eyelids were getting heavier by the second. Magnolia knew that he was slipping away. “Alright, the names.” Her voice was calm. “Baron Pruice is the leader.” He swallowed again. “But almost all the barons are a part of it.” His breathing was getting heavier. “The main ones are Baron Gustav, Baron Lorton, Bar—” He could not keep his eyes open anymore.

There was not even the clink of a cup on a saucer as everyone waited for the gossip to land. "My goodness surely not," the sickly pale face replied. Henry Lupton started to make his way over with obvious displeasure for the display unfolding. "Well hear this and make up your own mind." She ruffled the pages dramatically and read the headline aloud, her eyes quickly checking she had Felix and Olivers attention from across the room. "Barren Baron? All that is Gilded is not gold for some of the unluckier fellows amongst us. Hopefully they will live and fair well another day."

Worn bricks, a flickering sign, and a door that creaked like it remembered every sin it had ever let inside. When we stepped through, the smell hit me first. Oak. Whiskey. Smoke. And something older—something like ghosts. The bar was mostly empty except for three men in the back. One looked like a butcher in a former life. Another had scars on his hands like they’d forgotten how to stop fighting. The third wore a priest’s collar, but his eyes told a different story. Luciano nodded to them, and they stood. “Olivia,” he said, without looking at me, “meet what’s left of the old famiglia.”

Adir pull the rein of his horse,castus jaw drop to the ground. "Are you leaving me here to fight this people?" "You'll be fine"Adir wink and ride off,abandoning Castus,already sensing it he sigh,ring of sparks surround Adir and his horse, shielding him from the danger because vampires mostly hunt humans,taking a leap off his horse he step into the woods, the red eyes buried behind the trees shine brighter.

Eventually, my eyes found the object of their search, right behind the bar, sipping a glass of wine and I couldn’t help stopping fleetingly in my tracks. Damn, he was so otherworldly handsome. Despite our current situation… my current situation, I couldn’t help but be blown away at his beauty. He was a gleam with delight that had me gulping as I stared at him drinking his wine so regally with no care or regard for anyone else in the world. “Like what you see?” His words brought me out of my thought and I blushed in embarrassment, averting my eyes away from him. I cleared my throat and tried to cover up my embarrassment before looking in his direction, “You didn’t answer my question.”