Bala Hanuman Novels & Stories

The informal hierarchy here was a man named Bago. He was easy to identify — mid-forties, broad, wearing a rough crimson vest with the Red Jaw insignia stitched in black thread at the collar, a bone-handled kampilan on his back and a string of small jade beads around his wrist that were cultivation-infused, mid-quality, worth something on the outer territory markets. He gave orders. The others deferred. Not because they respected him particularly — I watched enough small interactions to understand that two of the seven found him grating — but because he was the strongest cultivator present and in a Blood Clan, strength was the only organizational principle that mattered. Low-Foundation realm.

He warned, “I will give you one last chance to get lost now! Or else, don’t blame me for any missing parts on your body later.” The big bald guy and his group were dumbfounded at first, but later, all of them let out a booming laugh. As a hegemon in Bangkok city, it had been a long time since they have been intimidated by someone like this. “Do you have a death wish, boy?” The big bald man took a step forward. He was ready to show his strength before Don Quijote. Instead, he asked, “Ever heard of Hanuman? It is the God of Strength in Thailand, and by tattooing it on my body, I now possess super strength.”

The strongest person in the Barong tribe, the tribe leader Bala was said to be the best archer in all the land and using the law of wind with his arrows was even more lethal. When it came to fighting, he was only weaker than a few of the strongest tribe leaders like Queen Mia of the Banshee tribe, leader of Elphia tribe Tensha and the leader of the Mulan tribe, Mazumas. Mulan tribe was also the tribe that attacked their tribe, almost bringing it to the brink of extinction so that they had to give an orb to the Banshee tribe for protection.

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....

cursing each one of his men’s but they all continued to slash her body insenively, seeing no effect of my voice on them i turned back to Ravan who was holding me by my arm to keep me in position beside him while his eyes were glued on bhanu aunty “ra.. rava Ravan please please don’t please leave her.. please she is innocent Ravan..” I pleaded him but he did not bother to even look at me meanwhile his men again kept on beating bhanu aunty until her screamed were nothing but a weak squeak… I was helpless again and tried to free my arm by pushing and pulling it, I even bite and kicked him when I suddenly saw his all three men throwing their leather whip on ground furthermore one of them pulle

He climbed up to the roof of the car effortlessly, "But I have got to commend you for your bravery, Bulan. That's why Bathala ordered people to protect you from me." He sat down with crossed legs, still with the loaded gun in his hand. Bulan is believed to be the deity who lit up the night sky. The brave god of beauty and illumination according to folklore. The dark entity possessing Benitez's body, on the other hand, is the spirit of the Bakunawa. The rumoured colossal sea serpent (sometimes a humungous alligator or reptile) who was mesmerized by its beauty, vowing to devour it.

He was a really scary one. "I bring good news actually," he said leisurely, lounging on the nearest sofa, his demeanor calm and relaxed. "Good news?" I ask skeptically. Balè wasn't just a random demon, he was on the scale of gods. He's seen once every thousand years, rarely mixing with anyone. He was the first to take a human host, and he made that human immortal. Hence the name, Balè The Eternal One.

Just now, the Goddess Hanan heard the prayer of Hana and got curious about the words she said. But it was not about Ley Baler, the millionth soul of his batch that allowed Her to win the contest against Mayari. She had already repaid the debt in their fate with her gracious taking of him under her wings. Also, she saw in Hana’s memories that he was such an interesting guy. Even from the cliff top where she stood, she could see him putting up a decent fight against two centuries older than him. Once the crisis was over, that young man would definitely realize they needed some actual means of protection, for example, real combat power or method.

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES THAT SOME OF YOU MAY FIND DISTURBING. IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH THIS, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR RISK! ❌⛔🚫❗❗❗❗ ~×~×~×~ Ballo I'm a 21 year old man living the dream. First, I become rich by the time I am nineteen. I own one of the most successful chain of gyms in America. I am now on the run from bad guys just like it was a movie. An Adventure!

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****