Balerion The Dread Novels & Stories

“Rory!” “It’s here,” I whisper. He looks where I’m staring—and freezes. Blake appears behind him, sword already in hand. He swears softly. “That’s fast.” “What is it?” I demand. Blake doesn’t look away. “A Balancer.” The word lands like a death sentence. “It exists to eliminate anomalies,” he says. “Crowned bearers who disrupt equilibrium.” Ethan bares his teeth. “Then it picked the wrong night.” The thing in the forest tilts its head.

Cillian’s gaze was locked on Mordeu’s. Alvitir cleared his throat. “This is a drastic turn of events.” Mordeu couldn’t suppress his curiosity any longer. Stregobor had been alert towards him, Kai almost went into a full panic attack, and Balor’s gaze was the same as someone who saw his parent’s hearts plucked out. “Why? What’s so scary about red wolves? Why are you all acting like this towards me?” Alvitir let out a breath. His eyes held pity as he stared at Mordeu. “It is because…”

I inquire, my voice reverberating off the stone walls. "Because it was sealed with blood and sanctioned by the Cidron. To defy that would bring greater peril upon us all," Baelorin explains, tugging me closer to him. Instinctively, my hand finds its way around his waist, and in an instant, we're no longer in the dungeons but standing before a breathtaking scene.

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

A lump formed in Elior’s throat. This was it. The answer. The way to break fate’s hold. He took a slow step forward, eyes locked on the throne. The Veilblade pulsed at his side, sensing his resolve. The First King’s voice was the last thing he heard before the vision faded. “Do not hesitate, Harbinger. Or you will become me.” The ruins of Dawnfire returned. The throne stood before him once more, waiting. Elior inhaled sharply and turned to his companions.

I’m in the council chamber in under thirty seconds, still in his T-shirt and panic. The others are already there. Seras’s armor is half-on, sunrise flickering like a broken neon sign. Lucian’s wings are mantled so hard the air burns. Rowan’s grimoire is bleeding ink. Kayo’s tails are lashing hard enough to cut glass. Nerida’s tentacles are black holes, swallowing light. Kael Stormrider is the one who says it out loud. Kael (voice flat, lethal): “Xibalba. Death-lord faction.

The myrmen swapped jokes as they enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but young Lord Bar Emmon had turned a splotchy grey, and Lord Velaryon was watching the king rather than the conflagration Moriah would have given much to know what he was thinking, but one such as Velaryon would never confide in him. The Lord of the Tides was of the blood of ancient Storm Drone, and his House had thrice provided brides for Drone princes. It was the same with the other lordlings. He could trust none of them, nor would they ever include him in their private council My grandsons will joust with theirs, though, and one day their blood may wed with mine. In time my little black ship will fly as high as Velaryon's s

Then you will return to the Underworld and fulfil your promise to me,' They hit me like a knife to the chest. The world felt like it was caving in on me. How could I not have connected the pieces sooner? The seer Dela spoke of was Balor. My throat constricted, and I let out a shaky breath as I stepped further into my Grandfathers office. "You're mated to a human?" All eyes shot to me. Balor's sapphire eyes, so much like mine and my mother's, widened in shock. He frantically looked over me, his expression of confusion and concern.

The refugees looked up, shielding their eyes as the sky pulsed in resonance with their saviors’ bond. A thunderous roar echoed across the bluffs as imperial battalions crested the ridge—two hundred strong, lances flaring in dawn’s glare. But as they charged, boots clanged and the earth itself shivered. Dream-silk threads erupted from the fang, snaring riders and horses alike, winding into unbreakable knots of starlight.

Chapter 38 The cult’s whispers clung to Raven’s skin long after she returned from the river. She carried them like unseen scars,words of crowns, fire, and betrayals yet to come. But there was no time to dwell. Trouble was already sharpening its claws inside the Riders’ pack. And its name was Lyandra Draikos.