Balerion Novels & Stories

"I had magic on my side. And not the kind you read in faerie tales or have seen in Harry Potter, though some of it isn't too far off. I am what people call in my world a Dacian. Half Fae, half werewolf. Though my mother was a true Dacian, my blood holds more werewolf than fae. Nevertheless, I am of royal blood and rule my pack here while my family rules the realm of Gardenia." "I said the truth, not some more lies to diminish what little trust I have for you already." I deadpanned. Balor rolled his eyes like I was the one who was being unreasonable. "You should show them, or would you prefer I do it," Balthazar suggested, excitement filling his voice. Balor stood up, straightening his postur

Beliar. “Let me show you,” Beliar said before putting his fingertips against her temples. Ayla saw herself on top of the golden dragon, the one named Xuvro, flying above Nordmar. The other dragons followed them. Magic flowed through her veins, and her palms vibrated with power as she, with the help of the dragons, conquered land after land, kingdom after kingdom, continent after continent.

After we wrapped up with our final meditation, Blake approached the stage. "Good evening, Midnight Maple Pack!" He smiled widely, appearing happier than usual. "I have some very good news to share with all of you this evening. My sister, Luna Talia of the Pine Forest Pack, gave birth yesterday to a healthy baby girl, whom she and her mate, Alpha Alexander, have named Bianca in honor of her late mother. Both Mom and pup are doing well, and I am so happy to help welcome my new niece into the world.

She was all smiles and looked up happily as she stretched out her hands as though trying to reach out and catch the fairies and butterflies. I decided to swallow my pride and went back to speak with Gabriel. He was lying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. I went over and attempted to lighten the mood, I sat on his legs and told him if he didn’t move over and give me some space to sit, I was going to break them. He looked at me affectionately and smiled, then said to me, “My love, you do know that you are as light as a feather” and then I pretended to put my whole weight on him attempting to crush his legs. He laughed at my silliness and pulled me over to lie on to

Kaelen whispered, looking down at the sea of gold-eyed warriors. But the moment of triumph was short-lived. The red moon above began to bleed. Not metaphorical light, but actual, dark liquid that began to fall from the sky like rain. "The Blood-Rain," Hala shrieked from below. "The ritual! Selene has begun the final sacrifice!" From the shadows of the refinery, a figure emerged. It wasn't Selene. It was the High Queen’s herald—a massive, six-winged beast made of frozen bone and human hair. In its claws, it held a mirror.

Dark energy rippled across the battlefield. Every Lost Guardian knelt before him. Even Noctis lowered his head in respect. "The Harbinger commands the armies of the Void," Orion whispered. "If we cannot stop him..." "The kingdoms will fall." Caelum raised his sword. The blade was forged from darkness, yet fragments of celestial light still shimmered within it. "They call me a monster." "But none of you ever asked why I chose the Void." Aurel tightened his grip on the Spear of Dawn. "You didn't choose it."

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

“You don’t let the healers take care of you either.” “I am full-grown. You’re still a boy.” Gildeon’s breath hitched as the volcanic rock pressed against his back where Paikon’s tail had stabbed him. His fists clenched between his legs. The magical fire burned into the wound, clearing out the venom’s leftover damage in his muscles. He wanted to scream but bit it back, holding still as the healing energy worked its way through him. “What did Baltae say this time?” the commander asked. “Said my mother was a dragon’s whore,” Gildeon muttered through gritted teeth, slamming his fist onto the bench. The wood cracked, and for a second, he thought it might break. “Said that’s why my beast form look

Made of seven interlocking rings of magic. It didn’t just mark an attack. It marked a summoning. And the name scrawled in blood-red ink beneath it made my breath freeze in my lungs. Velarion. He wasn't just a warlock. He was an ancient. One of the Forgotten. Fuck. There were no no boundaries they wouldn't cross.

Fordin says. “He was a lying idiot who is now dead. So are two of the others,” Cedric says. “Which others?” the rider asks. “The girl and the other fire dragon hybrid.” “Galeus,” the rider says, looking at his dragon. “That leaves Banari still out there. He’s the one who was collecting the harem, just so you know. If you truly are worried about others, you’ll want to watch for missing human females.” “Good to know,” Cedric says.