The Bloody Baron Novels & Stories

Now he’s just another body. “I should have assigned stronger men for this mission instead of new recruits,” Baron says, crouching beside another corpse. “If I’d known what the enemy was capable of…” “It’s no one’s fault.” My voice comes out straight. “They died serving the kingdom.” Baron’s jaw clenches. He grumbles with the sort of rage that only comes from seeing your people slaughtered. Wolf claw marks are ripped across their chests. I look closer and notice the hollow cavities. Their hearts are missing.

Additionally, I do not believe I will use it at some point in the future. Awful. The black gooey substance slowly seeped out of every pore of their bodies as it ate them up alive. Some were unable to make any sounds, while others had their heads eaten first. "Dray." Dray emerged, he had already completed his mission. "Clean up this place." The baron had a lot of money, but I didn't like touching unclean money, so I felt a bit lost. I wondered, where and how did he get all that money?

I returned his smile. "Okay, it was a dark, dark, stormy night. The wolves were howling, the owls were squeaking, it was pouring heavily, and the weather had changed. Everything was flashing black and white with the help of the lightning, the thunder roared in anger, scaring everyone of them, the vol-" "Okay, okay, that's too much information. Just get to the best part already," I said, cutting him off.

“But I never have…I never…I never…” “She said no to you and you lost your damn mind.” “You heard her say no?” Feeling spiteful, I decide to really drive my point home. “She mumbled it to me when I tried to save her. My blood couldn’t heal her fast enough.” “You gave her your blood? Our blood is sacred, only to be shared with-” “Oh, shut up, Baron, she’s dead. Who the hell cares about the law now?” Baron slumps to the floor. “Where did you put her?”

I don’t know if other barons were as selfish as His Lordship. I watched Maximaze to water the plants in our small garden. She seemed to have no problems at all. I wish I could go back to the times where I’m still young. “My Lord, have mercy on me! Please, stop! My Lord!” I heard a voice not so far away. The baron is here, and he’s punishing one of my comrades just because my comrade can’t pay him. The slave’s clothes were torn and he was bleeding badly. He’s so pitiful, and I wanted to help him. However, I’m also afraid of His Lordship. I don’t know what would happen if I helped my comrade. History might repeat itself.

The air inside Blackwood Manor was never truly warm. ​It carried a perennial chill, a haunting reminder that Laura was living in the heart of a kingdom that fed on shadows. ​Outside, the world trembled at the mere mention of Dave, the Lord of the Blood Pact. ​People whispered his name in alleys, their eyes darting nervously, hands trembling as they bowed whenever his carriage passed. ​They knew the truth, even if they dared not speak it aloud: Dave was not merely a ruler; he was a monster who required more than just taxes and loyalty to sustain his reign.

Slowly, I turned my head to look at Dante. He was still leaning against the table, his hand pressed against his bleeding side, looking at me with this profound, agonizing pity. He didn't look like a killer anymore. He looked like the man who had pulled a terrified toddler out of a cage and spent the next fourteen years letting her hate him just so she could keep her memories of her parents clean. I looked at my hands, the knuckles bruised from hitting his chest on the stairs. I looked at the files on the floor. For the first time in my life, the world was completely black and white, and I had absolutely no idea who the real villain was anymore.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

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.