The Real Barenziah Novels & Stories

Ezra: “Care for a drink, brother?” I asked, looking at Alvize whose eyes were hard as he looked at the bartender. The two of us were in the VVIP lounge at my club, and I knew that it was going to get ugly. The only way to end this blood fight was by blood, and I was going to tick my brother to that.

"In the heart of the church, I found the spark to ignite my hell.” EZREAL’S POV I parked a few meters from the church, the engine of my car turned off, the lights dimmed. The night cloaked me well enough so that from where I sat, I could see the tall iron gates of the church, the faint glow of candles flickering inside, and the familiar shadow of a man moving past the stained-glass window. Baron. He was back where he belonged... or at least where the world believed he belonged.

The burn scars on his right arm were still raw, and his eyes carried the heavy, haunted weight of a boy who had looked into the abyss and fought his way back out. "It’s him," someone whispered in the crowd, the sound carrying in the echoing chamber. "Patient Zero," another voice murmured, thick with awe and terror. "The Demon of Meru." The crowd instinctively parted, clearing a path for him. They looked at Baraka not as a fellow refugee, but as a mythological figure. He was the boy who had survived the train crash. He was the host of the pure Source. He was the one who had shattered the Hive and brought the mountain down on Zenith.

Brand asked the older man called Birger, pointing discreetly with his elbow. Birger chuckled as if he had been told a joke and moved his eyes to take in the man standing under the lean - to next to one of the chicken coops. "He is no one," he answered, shrugging a shoulder. "Just a thrall. I think he is one of the pitiful clan that tries to hide in the sea caves. They get caught regularly trying to steal our food." He shrugged again as if it were of no consequence. "At least here they are fed and have a roof over their heads."

Roseanne West After eating real quick, we walked back towards the building. We walked inside and guest what? Bryan bumped into us at the front door. "Hi, you must be Rosie's boyfriend." Bryan started the conversation. "Yes, I am. You are?" Ares answered in a cold tone but still manage to be polite. "I'm Bryan Rodes, the producer here and Rosie's uhmm we knew each other." Bryan said nervously. "Everyone, let's continue!" Sarah called us in.

and has his pack name. “Son of a bitch,” King Gene mutters and flips the page again. “Here.” This time, I am faced with a man who is nearly as good-looking as Alpha Reece. It says, “Beta Barnabas,” under his picture. “Barnabas?” I repeat. King Gene shrugs. “So what? He goes by Barney.” I almost laugh. What a ridiculous name. “Is he a big purple dinosaur? Is he a bumbling deputy in a small town?”