Ballora Novels & Stories

This Mysterious figure tapped the feet of the Daemon boar and whispered, “ Horc, These are the commands your master has given to you, once you are done, you shall be free ” A red rune circle appeared on the forehead of the Horc. Horc is the name given to all Daemon boar specie. It is said that these Horcs are the weakest of the Daemon kind but with a little boost, they can surpass even a C-class five-star mage or swordsman. For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost.

The next, we were invisible—the familiar magic pulsing through me, hiding us as I manipulated the monster's mind. "Well, isn't this just interesting? I guess Balor was right after all. You really are a magnificent creation, Alora Elwood. You can stop the illusion now. I won't hurt you, though I am disappointed that I wasn't invited to the party." Balthazar's voice cut through the darkness. The others let out a curse while Drabek barked out a laugh.

All pure vegetarian dishes have the cool name, make the ear-hole happy but Dean doesn’t know exactly what it is. First, dragons fly through fire. It's actually stir-fried water morning glory with garlic. Goby braise with turmeric, which is a piece of tofu mixed with some other ingredients, rolled with seaweed, fried and finally braised. It’s also amazing. Spring rolls are made from gray abalone mushrooms. Five-color salad. Especially the deep-fried vegetarian roast pork. Looks like real pork. At mealtime, the children run over to look at the food, mouth-watering "so delicious" before they run to wash their faces, hands, and feet.

Damn past! She’ll let the rest of her siblings handle their issues. Tonight, it’s party time. “Oh my! Beautiful Misty! Dear, it’s been long since the last time you were here, how have you been! I’ve got lots of great finds for you!” She was welcomed by a chubby, bald man in a yellow checkered and glittered top. The purple scarf around his neck swayed as he cat-walked towards her and then kissed both sides of her cheek. The owner of the famous Bri’s Salon and Boutique.

Herne was lost in thought for another minute before continuing. “However, for one like Ballar, that is a lifetime to build his army and perfect his twisted creations. He took parts of my shamen, like the men you have met here, and twisted the tattooed runes of power and some of Brighid’s wolf magic to create his monsters.” He turned his gaze on Kiara. “I believe you call them the Nikolai pack.” “Those savage monsters are Ballar’s creation? What about-” Kiara hesitated before whispering, “What about the Clearwater pack?”

And sometimes, blood. The Ballarò market was a living organism, pulsing under strings of bare bulbs that flickered like dying stars. Vendors bellowed in Sicilian dialect thick enough to chew: “Arancini caldi! Pesce fresco! Pomodori come baci!” The air was a stew of frying oil, citrus peel, and the faint metallic tang of the sea. Vito moved through it like a shark through coral, eyes scanning every face, every hand that dipped into a pocket. Old habits. The Beretta he’d acquired two weeks ago sat snug against the small of his back, hidden beneath a linen shirt the color of wet sand.

I looked down, chest heaving. Domenico held a short length of sleek black silk cord in his palm, from which dangled three heavy silver Ben Wa balls—each one perfectly round, mirror-polished to a gleaming shine, the size of large marbles, smooth and cool with a weighted inner orb that rolled freely inside. The thin cord linked them in a neat row, ending in a small retrieval loop, swaying lightly like delicate jewelry as he lifted them toward me. My breath hitched. “What… what is that?”

she said in a loud voice. As expected, my men jeered in response, and one of the Gammas made a rude remark about her manner before demanding to know who on earth she thought she was. "My name is Bella, and I'm the Luna of this pack. I need to talk to your Alpha." I gestured to her to come closer. Saw her hide a frown and then walk towards me with ramrod exactness. "I'm not pleased to have you here, Baron. We just lost our dear Alpha and are still in a mourning season. Why do you come here to add more to our misery?"

His prayers were being answered. I took hold of Athena’s carrier while mum was crushing Bella in a hug and crying bucket loads of tears. Bella was also crying. Mum kept repeating thank you for coming back. She also told her that she missed her so much and was so worried about her. Princess Athena decided to save the day! She burped really loud. Yes, that tiny human burped so loud that she managed to get the attention of the bigger humans who were drowning themselves in tears. And then as though her burping was the funniest thing ever, she started chuckling louder than her norm and having her personal clown tickling her tummy and telling her she did good, that was the best burp ever, had her

March 13, 2000 Coralis was invited to attend a mating ball hosted by the Swamtons, a prominent fay family. They wanted to find a bride for Ollyo, the eldest son and heir of Syllyan Swanton. They invited dozens of single elemental women from prominent families or deemed powerful.