Balerion Novelas e Histórias

So, this was a dream? "Rise, my Knight," Gaea said in a soft motherly tone. When Sophia rose to her feet and looked at the queen, the latter continued, "I placed the curse on Elijah to keep him away from the Knights. He believes his form is the only punishment for delivering pain to his family without my order. They've found Elijah. The bane of the dragons is what they seek to destroy." Elijah? That must be Eli's true name... "What is a bane of the dragons?" Sophia questioned. "Who is after him? What am I supposed to do?"

“To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.” “And you briefed the lieutenant of this?” “Yes,” Falstad nodded. By the time they have reached the castle’s courtyard, many survivors; knights and servants have gathered together, and are about to depart. “Halt!” He yelled, calling for the highest-ranked person in the survivors. A thin young man stepped forward, introducing himself as a knight captain of the kingdom’s army as well as a hereditary baron in rank. His eyes glistened when he saw the princess, thanking Holus for protecting the last royalty. The knights and servants alike cheered, though, for some, it turned solemn the moment Falstad demanded authority ov

Baltar was right below the surface and Damien noticed. “Well, hello there.” Damien greeted. “And who are you?” He asked. Baltar bowed in respect. “Your majesty. I am Baltar. I am young Rebel’s wolf, my brother, Ezra is Ryder’s wolf and our sister, Tundra, is River’s wolf.” Baltar introduced. “It’s very nice to meet you.” Reign smiled. “Baltar, exactly how old are you and your siblings?” Damien asked. “We are quiet older than our little humans.” He chuckled. “I am also old enough to know that your daughter is my mate.”

The knights must’ve caught their attention. “Leave these little fries to me,” Kael spoke as he drew out his longsword. It was the famous Icebane; an enchanted weapon crafted by the most skilled dwarves in Stormir. Rumors had spread about the weapon being bathed with the ice dragon’s blood, making it the second most powerful blade next to the legendary Frostcalibur. With Kael’s tremendous power and speed, he instantly wiped out the beasts; such mere toys for him. They did not even hold him off for a second. They were slain with just a single swing of Icebane, dying under the wrath of the Divine Knight.

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

she spoke up. “Fine." I sighed, giving in. Melite smiled and seemed to perk up that I was giving in. “Well, go on. Tell me. Start from the beginning." she encouraged. “I’m not sure why you care, but fine." I sighed. “The part about the bull and my mother is somewhat true. Minos wanted Poseidon’s favor in his war against his brothers for the throne. Poseidon sent a snow-white bull with the instruction that the bull was supposed to be sacrificed in honor of him when Minos won. Minos, however, didn’t kill the bull but killed a different bull." I started.

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

I glanced over to my father, the Alpha of the Blazing Wolves, who was walking beside me further into the middle of the woods where wolves went for only one purpose – to train with fire. “Yes, you can, son. You’re a Bane, and tell me, what does that mean again?” He asked as his fierce jet black eyes pierced into mine. “To- to burn, father. Our name means to burn.” I told him nervously. He smiled. Barely. A curve of the lips was already considered a smile for Helios Bane, who was quite literally named after the Greek god of the sun. Though besides the warmth it gave, my father didn’t necessarily have any other resemblance with the sun.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Eden cursed that the butterfly fairies had learned those swearings from here and nowhere. Eden ignored the shop owner's verses. He was so used to the heavy swearing frequency of this brother. The young wizard glued a hand-sized transparent glass jar. Inside the box were purple-blue powders that clumped like they were wet with moisture. With this, Balan can safely pass Winter Day this year! The blood of animals could help Balan get through 10% of pain, the blood of humans was 30%, and the blood of mighty magical creatures (like a dragon) - even if it's not fresh blood - would most likely keep him alive. Balan could move as usual (could not use strength but did not need to lie down like every