Waiting For The Barbarians Novels & Stories

“Can you at least pretend to care about planning it?” His answer came muffled against her shoulder. “Whatever you want.” The door closed behind them. I sat there afterward staring down at my wrist. The place where he touched me still felt warm. By morning, the storm had weakened, and the arena had already returned to chaos. Employees rushed through the hallways preparing for the final games while reporters crowded the entrances outside. Near the nurses’ station, several employees were stuffing wedding invitations into envelopes while gossiping openly. “Ferraro’s retiring after this season.”

Then I turned and ran towards the border. ******** I had been waiting for a long time. Now I was standing in the part of the woods that faced the border, with a hundred and fifty well-armed warriors. The whole forest was silent and tense, almost as though all the animals were joining in the wait for the arrival of Noah.

"I've sent word to my northern warriors. Twenty of them will arrive by dusk, to stand as witnesses and guards." "Twenty? That will look like an invasion." "It will look like you have an army at your back. That's the point." He offered me his hand, helping me off the table. I wobbled, my legs still weak, and he steadied me with a hand on my hip. "The elders are already whispering that you've sold the pack to a northern barbarian. Let them see barbarians. Fear is a language they understand." I pulled on my leathers, laced them tight, and strapped the knife back to my thigh. "And what do you understand, Cain?"

"There is a difference. You should try it sometime. I understand it might be a novelty for your kind." His hand shot out and shoved my shoulder, hard enough to rock me back a step. Pain flared through my healing ribs, but I forced my face to stay flat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. "Say that again," he snarled. "I said," I repeated slowly, leaning into every word, "that honesty seems to be a foreign concept among barbarians. Though I suppose I should not expect much from men who fight like animals and think it makes them strong."

I needed a whisper in the right ear to make Mistwood realize that Blackwater had friends they couldn't handle. I started walking down the central aisle. The mud was thick, sticking to the soles of my shoes. I saw a group of Northern warriors sitting on a pile of crates, drinking something from a wooden flagon that smelled like fermented honey and jet fuel. They watched me pass, their eyes tracking the way I moved. I felt like a prize poodle walking through a wolf den, even in these rags.

"We are just discovering new ways to solve our problems." "Problems? New ways? Discovering new ways?" Michael scratched his head as he watched Savannah silently look away. "Do you know how hard it is to wait?" "Well, waiting in history has done more good than harm," Clark smiled. "Do you know how those soldiers felt when they were waiting in a Trojan horse just to capture a city?" "They definitely were not feeling what I am feeling right now. I am covered with desires to move to that building and know what is going on inside there and I can't wait any longer."

No questions asked. I find myself in a tree, staring over King Samuel's lands, waiting for a sigh of life. Barto, Claude maybe Liberty as I have ever since Barto left on his mission. Then I see it, there’s movement in the distance. A group of wolves running towards the border, clearly on a mission. Have they captured and tortured Barto to give up everything he knows?

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

It was the first time, after knowing him for so long, to see him this way. The Dongyue she had known was an incredibly calm man. But today, he resembled a barbarian in berserk mode. Barbarians were melee warriors who had a unique ability, the war cry, which enabled them to enter a stage of insanity and cut everything down in their path, including allies. Hence, it was called the ‘berserk mode’ by her elders. Xiyu just stared at Dongyue without uttering a single word. Probably he also sensed her discomfort because instead of admonishing her, he took her in his arms and deposited her back on her bed, where he stayed vigil at her bedside, contemplating his thoughts seriously.

I never thought I actually got to use it today! Even though I was terrified and filled with nervousness, my curiosity still got the better of me. I couldn't help but ask, "Who sent you?" We were living in a society run by the rule of law. Who would do something this unruly without a reason? "Who cares? All you need to do is let us take good care of you!" What followed was a wave of indecent laughter.