Waiting For The Barbarians Novels & Stories

Zach said as he slightly touched me to show he was pretending to be tied to the rope. “Release me then,” I said and he instantly refused, “They are hungry barbarians around us who won’t hesitate to shoot a deadly at us, I can’t risk that,” he said and I understood perfectly. The barbarians chants began to be heard again as they cheered happily heading towards us, with a few men carrying a throne on their head, whom I supposed where their tribal chief. “That’s it! We toast,” Mark stated aloud as he saw them approach us, “Fuck it man, we should never have boarded that plane, none of this, how are we going to explain that we were on a plane and then landed on this placed filled with carnivores

I took off focused on getting there and seeing who was waiting. I felt a sense of excitement course through me. I wanted the chance to end this one way or another. The frustration for everyone waiting for Lara to get her just reward was frustrating and dragging everyone down. Her appearance a few weeks ago just added to that frustration. As I rounded the corner, I could see why the border patrol called for help. There were at least twenty rogues fighting against our warriors.

a hoarse voice of another barbarian roared. Conrad who was still fighting was attacked by other barbarians. Even if he's strong, he was outnumbered by them. They were able to knock him down to the ground wounded. In this state, our teleportation ability will not help. The three of us are now captured with sharp points of the swords on our neck. Our wounds are starting to heal, but even so, we will not regain our strengths eventually. Still, we can't afford to fight back. "Look!" One barbarian noticed that the cuts on our skin are slowly healing. He pointed it and catch his comrade's attention. "Their wounds are closing! The blood is coming back into their bodies!"

"I will wait until she forgives me! Even if it takes forever!" The guards backed off. No one dared to touch the mad Alpha. Julian set up camp on the street corner. He looked like a stray dog. The next day, his phone blew up. The Southern Elders yelled at him on video call. "Julian! Are you insane? Ditching the pack for a woman?" "Rogues are attacking the borders! And our Alpha is begging on his knees in the North?" "The pack is losing faith! Come back now!" Julian stared at their angry faces. His eyes burned with stubborn fire.

His side was burning as blood continued to soak his fur, but he clenched through the pain and kept his paws pounding under him. Landon’s head banged hard into the rusted wires and the metal coils gave way. His body soon followed his head as he lunged through the barrier. Landon felt the broken wires scrape his fur and injury as he crawled out of the hole and burst into the forest lying just beyond the shipping facility. As Landon neared the treeline, he glanced back. The men remained on the other side of the fence, watching him retreat into the shadows. His breathing started regulating as he slowed his sprint to a trot.

Uriah flipped through the medical records page by page. [Patient arrived at ER in shock.] [Patient was unable to contact family and had no companion post-operation.] [Surgery lasted three hours.] ... Uriah knew every word, yet reading them felt unbearably, excruciatingly difficult. He read through it several times, then finally dropped the thick file back where it had been, as if it had burned his hands. He mumbled, "This isn't real... It's not... There's no way it's real... Irina's lying to me. How could I not know something this serious…

My fingers moved through the air with practiced grace, carving meaning out of silence with the weight of command. I didn’t need to meet his gaze. I didn’t need to justify the choice. The message was simple, and it burned with finality: They’ve waited long enough. We all had. The rebels in the hills, the watchers in the rivers, the mothers with blades beneath their floorboards, the daughters who had grown into warriors while pretending to be nothing. We had waited through bruises and betrayals, through broken oaths and buried sisters. Waited through years of Sebastian’s rot spreading like mold through the kingdom, unchecked and unchallenged. The waiting was over. I wasn’t calling for patience

Trosdig screams. I could see them through the rain. It was a horde of them, hundreds or maybe even thousands of roughly dressed barbarians, chasing the Captain’s Cohort and a toga wearing man who was probably Duke Gravlin. But for the Barbarians, what was truly unsettling was that they were all chanting the word “Truth.” We draw our guns and steady them on our shields while the ones behind us place their shields on top of their heads as protection from missiles. The Gunners begin firing, startling me a bit. Shades of red are seen through the rain as blood begins spraying out of the bodies of the downed barbarians. I begin to breathe heavily, trying my best to focus. In the back I could hear

Fred said, “are you sure you are okay?“ his mom asked, “am fine, and will be fine” Fred said, “son, I want you to stay with us for two or three days, I want to observes you for days” the chief said, “am a man, what ever happens to me, Iwill get over It with in a short period” Fred said, “I understand but, I still want you to stay with us” the chief said, “dad, I will be fine, I have to go home, I need to sort out things” Fred said,

I'd sit on the steps beneath it, hugging my knees, waiting from dusk till dark—watching silhouettes come and go at the mouth of the alley, shadows stretching long and then shrinking short. The first two years, I told myself he was healing. Too hurt to show himself. The third year, I started wondering if the body claim was a setup—maybe he'd used a double, gone underground somewhere. The fourth year, I stopped making excuses. I just sat there out of habit. In the fifth year, June, a storm hit New York. The alley pooled with water, the streetlamp's reflection shattering across the surface. I sat on the steps in my jacket, rain dripping from the eaves onto my knees—cold enough that I pulled my