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Barbarian: Chapter Twenty

The darkness hugged him tightly as his eyes slipped shut again out of exhaustion. He had expected it to be empty, quiet but it wasn’t. He could feel warm hands, hear distant voices, then Adrian’s scream echoing from somewhere far away, his wolf pacing inside his ribs, the echo of Alvar’s breath against his skin. They all clung to him like skin you couldn’t just get rid of. Caierre drifted through it, not having any weight and drowning at the same time. He didn’t know how long he stayed there before something tugged him upward again, quiet at first then firmer, like fingers hooking into the fabric of him and pulling. He gasped, air rushed into his lungs like icy water. His eyes snapped open, just barely, and the first thing he saw was… the ceiling. A terrible and really boring ceiling, uneven wood beams that looked like they had too much suffering and not enough caring. He blinked. ‘If you die again, make sure it’s with a better view. Like a chandelier. Something dramatic.’ Devi

Barbarian: Chapter Twenty one

Adrian’s eyes tried adjusting to the light that slipped through the curtains, his head was throbbing like he had just been hit with a metal. “Damn the moon.” He cursed, holding his head as he tried to sit up. Every fiber in his body screamed at him to lay down back in the bed but he refused, forcing his legs to stand as he paced around the room. It wasn’t the time to be weak, he needed to know if Caierre was fine. ‘Cai! Are you okay?’ He tried to mind linking Caierre but got no response, just silence except from the whistle notes of the birds. Everything is fine, he’s okay… right? He tried convincing himself, but the harder he tried the more he became anxious. He slid on his boots and took his blade to storm off, the door opened and Lady Morwen walked in. “Oh, you’re awake?” She said, sighing. Was it relief or fear? Adrian wondered but brushed it off, it was not the time to start thinking about other’s feelings when Caierre is in danger. “I have to go.” Adrian said, it wasn’t

Barbarian: Chapter Twenty two

“Do you take me to be your mate?” “Oh yes I do!” Angel Caierre hovered around Caierre’s mind, his delusions getting serious by each passing minute. Alvar had left the room to settle the rising questions of panic from the council. Caierre stared at the ceiling, a sigh escaped his lips. He was in torment, why wouldn’t he be? When his mind cooked up two fictional characters with different personalities of their own to torment him. This was hell on earth! An Actual, legitimate, personal hell. “The more you deny our existence, the more you look stupid.” Spiky horn Caierre said, holding a three point head spear and standing like a soldier on defense. “I will say this again, you’re not real.” Caierre muttered to himself. “Just a fragment of my loneliness.” “Loneliness? How dare you reduce our glorious presence to something so tragic?” Angel Caierre gasped dramatically. “It is tragic. Look at him, talking to imaginary versions of himself because he can’t handle being alone for five

Barbarian: Chapter twenty three

“I deny all accusations,” Alvar said, voice steady. “Caierre is innocent. He had nothing to do with my sister’s death. He is not capable of dark magic.” A gray-haired councilman leaned forward, frowning. “High Alpha, are you sure? This boy is unknown to us. He has no roots, no history. How can you claim certainty? Perhaps your grief clouds your judgment.” Alvar’s eyes cut through him, cold and unwavering. “Grief does not blind me. I know the truth. Caierre is not guilty. He could not have done this.” The councilwoman sitting across the room spoke sharply, her voice carrying through the chamber. “Your curse has already caused chaos before. How do we know you are not projecting your pain onto this boy?” Alvar’s hands clenched at his sides, veins flexing, but his voice remained calm. “I am not projecting. My sister’s death deserves truth, not assumptions. Caierre is innocent. That is the fact.” Esmeralda stepped forward, her steps slow and measured, her face composed, but her eyes gl

Barbarian: Chapter twenty four

It started as a whisper torturing him. ‘You thought you were free from me?’ The voice slid into Alvar’s mind like ice in fire, like some cruel joke. He grabbed his head, teeth grinding, nails digging into his skull. The wolf inside him twisted, restless, claws raking at the edges of his ribs. It wanted to be free, it wanted absolute freedom without restraint. Alvar stumbled, his shoulders hit the wall hard. Pain shot through him. But he barely noticed. The air felt heavy, thick, suffocating. Shadows moved, crawling on the walls. Torches flickered like they were afraid of what was coming. His palms pressed to his eyes, trying to stop the madness, trying to stop the screams that tore at his mind. ‘You protect a stranger over your own blood.’ ‘You fail to see the truth.’ ‘Weak. Weak. Weak.’ He tried to scream but no sound came. Only a low growl echoed back. His knees buckled as he fell to the stone floor. The wolf inside him surged. His fingers twitched, nails scraping the ston

Barbarian chapter twenty five

Caierre pressed his hands harder over his ears as Angel Caierre and Spiky-Horn Caierre kept circling inside his head like two noisy chickens fighting for the same grain. His real body stayed still, but his mind was full of wings and arguments and nonsense. “You are thinking too much again,” Angel Caierre said, floating around lazily like he had all the time in the world. “Your heart does this every time. It dances too fast.” “It doesn’t dance, it malfunctions,” Spiky-Horn Caierre snapped, stabbing his tiny spear toward Caierre’s forehead. “You should be thinking about the damn mission. Not his face. Not his voice. Not his shoulders. Nothing romantic. Nothing stupid.” Caierre groaned softly. “Please… stop talking for one minute. Just one.” “I would,” Angel Caierre said sweetly, “but you don’t let me.” “And I won’t,” Spiky-Horn Caierre added proudly. “Because you’re being dumb again.” Before Caierre could argue with either of the useless creatures in his mind, the door slammed open

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Esmeralda sat on the edge of her bed with her hands folded neatly on her lap. She looked calm and neat, as if she had been waiting for someone to knock and offer her tea. But no one came. Only the sounds outside kept getting louder and louder. People were screaming. Someone shouted for help. Something heavy crashed into something else. It sounded like the whole hallway was falling apart. Her maid stood beside her, shaking from head to toe. The young girl kept looking toward the door like she expected it to burst open and reveal some horrible creature. Her fingers twisted her apron over and over again until the cloth wrinkled. “My Lady… maybe we should hide,” the maid whispered in a thin, scared voice. “It sounds bad out there. Very bad.” Esmeralda did not answer at first. She only lifted her chin a little and let her eyes drift toward the window, the room shook slightly when something hit the ground outside. Her maid jumped at the sound, but Esmeralda did not even blink. “My La

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

Caierre didn’t wait for the healers. He moved forward, ignoring the warriors who tried to block him. The Alpha was chained but still fighting, growling low and deep. Each movement tore at the chains like they were paper. Dust and stone fell with every strike. “Stop!” one warrior shouted. “He’s dangerous!” “I said move,” Caierre snapped. His voice was steady even though his heart hammered. He ignored the little Angel and Spiky-Horn versions screaming inside his head. They were useless right now. Alvar’s head lifted. His eyes met Caierre’s. There was fire there. And something broken. The monster inside him writhed, muscles bulging, claws scratching at the chains. “Kill me and set me free,” Alvar whispered. His voice was low, raw, almost like begging. Caierre froze. His fingers brushed over Alvar’s chest. The chains rattled and pulled, but for a moment, the monster seemed to hesitate. “Come back,” Caierre said softly. “Please… come back.” Alvar’s claws flexed, shaking the chains

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

Caierre opened his eyes slowly like someone dragging himself out of a dream he did not want. Everything felt too bright and his vision swam until shapes turned into actual things. He blinked again, letting his eyes adjust as the light pressed softly against his face. His throat felt dry. His body felt heavy. His head felt like someone had knocked it against something very solid. He shifted slightly and winced. His stomach hurt, but not in a way he fully understood. It was more like a dull memory trying to crawl out of a locked box, something blurred, something cut by fear. He pressed his palm gently to his abdomen and sucked in a quiet breath. There were bandages there. Thick and Cold ones. Angel Caierre floated above his head with a worried pout. His wings fluttered like they were struggling to stay up. He placed his hands on his tiny glowing cheeks. “You are awake,” Angel Caierre whispered softly. Spiky Horn Caierre sat cross legged on Caierre’s shoulder with a bored expressi

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.

Lady Morwen stood near the entrance hall, her fingers resting lightly on the edge of the wooden table as she watched her guards escort the small visiting pack inside.They looked tired. Dirty. Hungry. Their clothes were old and patched, and their steps showed days of travel. She knew the look well. Refugees always carried the same look in their eyes, the weight of running, the weight of losing everything except their own skin.The guards bowed lightly to her before stepping aside. The visiting pack leader, a man in his late forties with worn boots and a strong jaw, stepped forward. His hair was grey in streaks, and his eyes were sharp, even though tiredness clung to them.“Lady Morwen,” he greeted, bowing his head with respect. “Thank you for allowing us passage.”“You came to seek more than passage,” Morwen said softly. She motioned toward the inner chambers. “Come inside. We’ll talk where the rain cannot interrupt us.”The man exchanged a quick look with his warriors, then followed

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