Waiting For The Barbarians Novels & Stories

I don't even wait for him to say anything, but leave with his food as my mind replays his words. Waiting for me. That's what jumps in my head, whilst waiting for the microwave. Those three magical words, it should have been me saying those words not him. I'm usually the one waiting for him, waiting for him to come home, waiting for him to notice me, waiting for him to tell me that he lo - no, I won't go that far. The point is, I'm shocked yet my chest warms at his actions. Him waiting for me like how I'd done so many times, when he returned home late.

"Thank God. I need to fucking pee. Where is the bathroom?" "This wood on your side is the bathroom, Sophie." Crap! "Jesus! Fine. Don't bloody look!" After some time and with many profanities, she was done. The icy breeze comes serene and then wild, as if trying to tell them something was coming, yet always with a coolness that brings a crispness to the day. A dozen village guards run roughly in a rush towards the marketplace, and half a dozen demon armies appear fighting a desperate battle to stay hidden from the humans, with peasants running wild, destroying, and tearing each other apart. Any effort at bringing order was ended with threats.

I gestured outside where Frost was all cozy, sharing food with the new girl. The guys all look outside and nod; well, Lance doesn’t nod, but I think it might be that it would hurt if he did. “And shit is about to really hit the fan.” Jeremy pointed to Jane, storming outside. “Oh shit. Is it wrong that I wish I could hear what they are saying?” I chuckled, biting into my sandwich watching the drama unfold. “Need popcorn.” Lucas grunted. Jeremy laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe we should, oh I don’t know, look away and give them some resemblance of privacy.” he suggested.

Christian tugged at Bianca's hand, swinging it back and forth as he pleaded, "Can you please come with me this once? I miss you so much, Mommy!" Bianca heard Christian's inner voice echoing in her mind. "Daddy said that seeing the fireworks will make Mommy remember everything we shared, and then she won't be so cold toward us anymore." Bianca simply found it amusing that they actually believed that she would have a change of heart for them, even until now. Christian and Sebastian, working together, desperately begged Bianca. Sebastian asked, "Can you please agree to this just for this once, Bianca? I mean, let's put everything else aside and simply watch the fireworks as a family of three in

The spectators buzzed with excitement, fervently debating who would claim victory. The duel began with the clash of swords, the sound sharp and relentless as they struck again and again. Vaani pushed forward, driving the Crown Prince to the edge of the cordon. Cornered, he leapt into the air with the agility of a seasoned warrior, somersaulting over her head and landing behind her.

I couldn’t wait to watch their goddess fail them. The plan beat under my skin like a pulse, as excitement surged through me. It’s finally happening! We stepped toward the waiting men, and the night swallowed our boots. The world narrowed to one bright, cold purpose…blow the barrier, take the halls, tear the throne down. Let the war begin.

Watching. He hissed to himself. “One barbarian does not make a war.” But he remembered the courier’s words: 'This isn’t just about the Frisii. The other tribes are watching. Waiting to see how we respond.' “I will not tolerate this insolence.” He slammed a fist on the map table. “The Roman Empire will not be threatened by a pack of forest-worshipping savages.” He turned sharply to the shadows beyond the lamplight. His voice rang out, sharp and resolute:

The warfront was barren, the life of the earth trampled out by the boots of men and hooves of horses as they fought back and forth pursuing ownership of the land. He looked past the last lines of scattered trees to the faint and dying fires of the distant camps, waiting for anyone at all. If it were Tyberion who was to arrive, then all would be well, but if anyone else, all of this would very quickly become much more complex. The longer he was left to wait, the more nervous he became. 'He ought to have arrived already. It isn't like him to come so near day, and the dawn is against us.'

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

JASON'S POV The days following Kian's irreversible, final refusal to Cross carried a tense, watchful quality throughout our entire secured property, everyone understanding the genuine uncertainty of exactly what devastating response his decisive betrayal might eventually provoke from an enemy who'd already demonstrated remarkable patience and sophisticated cruelty throughout this exhausting, decades-long campaign.