Baldr S Bl Novels & Stories

She knew this man was not to blame. The towering man stepped in front of her, eyes filled with challenge. “This world and ours are relying on you.” Her eyes met his, burning with hatred. “Your sister deserves more. Why should someone else have to die? She said more have been lost already.” “That is correct,” he said sadly. “You have power. Why don’t you help?” she spat at him. “I carved out a large slice of my power and entrusted it to someone to help you. My power is not as strong as Celena’s, but my heir will help you.” His eyes softened. “I am Baldric. King of our realm, below the Ancients.”

The once steady and powerful energy in his body churned chaotically. Forming a seal with his hands, Baldur forcibly quelled the restless energy within him. His forehead was drenched in sweat as he breathed heavily. Opening his crimson eyes, Baldur stared at the dark wall before him and shouted with a hoarse, resentful voice, "Sean Lakeworth! How dare you destroy my second vessel and ruin my training? "You will pay for what you did! I'll crush your bones, bring bloodshed to your family, and enslave all the women in Salvania!"

Its power pushed through the wards Athena had in place. "Looks like I got here in time," Balor shouted as he rushed towards us. He was dressed head to toe in leathers and sheather blades. His scarlet hair was pulled back, and his hands were ringless except for one ring that stayed on his pinky. It was a wolf that wrapped around his finger, its eyes glowing a bright blue. "The girls?" I asked. "Safe, if she manages to win, she will never find them," I nodded. "Here she comes," Athena shouted as she rushed towards us.

Blankets, makeshift cots, and the faint copper tang of spilled life covered the stones that only yesterday had been scrubbed for wedding preparations. There would be no wedding now. Balor stood in the shadows of the eastern wall, his amber eyes catching the sun like molten gold, but the fire within them was not love. It was rage. His golden hair, normally combed back with soldier’s neatness, was unbound, loose strands falling across his jaw. He looked like a war god dragged from some bloody myth, his thick frame tense as a bowstring. Evandra approached quietly, but even without sound he knew she was there; the mate bond hummed faintly. His shoulders stiffened.

Ty had remembered yelling at them and running towards Baldur who was surrounded when his voice boomed clearly around the base. “Everyone stays out of this, your Alpha commands you. I’ll have your heads if a single one of you moves a muscle in my defense.” “But this is against our tradition,” one of the elders had said, trying to get Baldur to see reason. “I understand that, but I must prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am worthy of being your Alpha,” Baldur had said, as he lunged at one Valentine’s goons, a breath later and one of them was sent flying through the trees.

He chuckled. I looked around him and gasped at the dark creature slinking around Balder's frame. Long black hair with braids entwined with sticks, bones, and feathers, along with sharp, yellow hawkish eyes, peered at me, then at my pup. Trying to scramble from the bed I realized that I was frozen. I inhaled sharply to scream and my voice was cut off just as Balder snatched my infant from my arms exposing my bare chest. The sight momentarily enthralled the old pervert but he turned and handed Aella to Lark who, in turn, vanished along with his freezing spell.

The lights merged. A new symbol appeared. A circle divided into three equal parts. The First Blade returned to Ariana's hand. Its blade had changed. It was no longer silver, it carried all three lights. Ariana looked at it. "What is it now?" The Keeper answered. "The Balance Blade." Kael smiled. "That sounds important." "It is." The Keeper looked toward the darkness beyond the chamber. "With that blade, Ariana can repair the Veil." Ariana lifted it. "Then let's do it."

I said to him again and moved my finger he was holding. It was as if he was happy and his legs were even higher and his small eyes were even more round. Sky blue pair of eyes ... An Alpha was born now with the blood of dominant Alpha and rare blood of omega. I was just there next to him, I did nothing but accompany him until he gradually fell asleep. Now that the baby is asleep, I am restless, almost one hour has passed but why is no one still coming to me to say that everything is fine in the operating room?

she questioned. "Yeah. I probably shouldn't be telling you this but when our parents died, Ballo didn't really handle it as well as I did. Probably because he had an older brother called Andre that died a year before he lost his parents. He has a phobia for losing people which is why he doesn't let people close." He stopped to take a sip of his water and then he continued. "I am his only family and he's my only family. I think the thought of something bad almost happening to me might have set him off. Sometimes he has panic attacks." "Wow." Was all that I could say.

Freedom was so close I could feel it. And then I walked straight into a wall. A wall of hard muscle that smelled of winter frost, old books, and raw, undeniable power. The scent was so potent, so overwhelmingly Alpha, that it short-circuited my brain. I stumbled back, my glass of water sloshing over my hand, my heart leaping into my throat. I knew that scent. Every reader of The Alpha's Obsession knew that scent. It was the scent of the male lead. The god. The monster.