Balor Demons Novels & Stories

They were on a rising platform made of earth, and it was heading straight towards the Grand Serpent. Mell's Balor burned and the morning star head dislocated from the staff handle, only connected by chains of amber light. Balor was turned into a flail, a dangerously large flail. Before Lars could react, Mell leapt to the Grand Serpent and swung his Balor flail with his powerful might. The attack impact was so great Lars could feel the bursting wind from it.

Violet said. There were thousands of demons attacking Borlal's army and hundreds of giants just watching. However, there were 4 demons who massacred most of the soldiers with their magic. The hundreds of thousands of Borlal troops were quickly slaughtered by them, the Danirmala troops alone couldn't be that fast. In terms of strength, Oyen and Fenrir might be able to match the 4 demons that stood out in terms of strength. Turns out there's another demon not far from here, he has the most powerful magic energy of them all. "Violet, do you feel it?"

I repeated as the smell of burning flesh and the screaming of creatures, old and young, burning to a crisp filled the air. “It's how it has always been princess,” Balor said as he made his way towards the ship. My heart raced as he took sturdy paces which made the earth tremble slightly. He stood close to the ship and grin mischievously. I hated his existence, in that second, I thought about the numerous things I could do to end his life if I want bound by these bloody garlic bulbs. He deserved to die, a flow and painful death for killing all those people. “You've killed innocent people. What kind of creature does that make you?” I asked as my eyes flashed with disgust.

“That’s not Lord Basille.” “It’s not…who is it then?” Ruben asked cautiously surveying the huge creature. “His Commander, Boglan.” . The demon, Commander Boglan, was looking around at them amused, taking in the hooded and tranced warlocks around the protective circle he was being held in. He was huge, standing nine feet tall and massive. Bare chested with a large battle axe and long horns curling up from his head he looked like he had just stepped out of a fantasy video game.

Now watch and learn! As Balthasaar said that, he put both hands on my/our chest...it's still confusing sharing the same body... and part of the silver glow enveloped his clawed hands, making them shimmer with magic. As he slowly retracted his arms preparing for the attack, so did the demon. Balthasaar had now what I suppose to be magic coated claws ready to attack the beast in front of us. A loud echoed "BOOM!!" was heard as the demon's fireball was slashed by Balthasaar claws, sending tiny embers all around us.

He stops and then turns around to face me, his voice dark with hatred, “The man who killed her child. The creature who snatched our infant child from your arms and murdered him in cold blood. He’s coming!” My blood turns to ice, “Who? Who is he?” “The Demon king,” Balin’s words are harsh. “I don’t know how those demons broke out from the barrier, but he’ll be coming for you because only a portion of the barrier has been destroyed. He is dangerous, Isabel, so stop asking questions and come with me!” My mouth is dry as he drags me towards the thick forest and I feel a shadow cast on the ground, blocking out the sun. Our heads turn automatically, and it feels like the sky has turned dark and th

She was lost in her world admiring him. "Hey, are you okay? " He said, waving his left hand over her face. "His name is Sinclear. He is one of the top mafias in the club. His opponent is Sinful who you know as Eric. Do well not to get on his wrong side. If possible do not let him know you are from Eric. He is very dangerous. In fact I don't know who's is more dangerous between the both of them. The club is even dangerous for you, the fact that you are from Eric" the bar attendant whispered to her.

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

She gestures broadly to the lavish room with a smug, knowing grin. ​"It doesn't get any better than this..." She trails off, her perfectly arched brows suddenly creasing as she looks down at me. "Right... I never actually got your name, little tiger. Unless you're perfectly fine with me calling you Bambi for the rest of the night?" ​I pull my arm back, flattening my shoulders and glaring at her with all the faux confidence I can muster. "Barbara," I blurt out, crossing my arms over my chest to keep the skimpy fabric of my top from shifting too much. "My name is Barbara Adams..."

It was Aurora—one of my familiars. "My King, you’re being summoned to Las Noches." "By who?" "King Baal." Fuck. I completely forgot about Walpurgis. While Heaven has Christmas and the Fallen celebrate New Year, demons have this. One night a year where we stop torturing souls and just party like hell’s finest degenerates. Walpurgis Night. The Day of Unity. And if Baal summoned me—it wasn’t for a toast. I conjured a portal and stepped through, emerging at Las Noches—a pristine white castle in Purgatorio, the limbo between Heaven and Hell. A sea of Familiar Demons crowded the courtyard, murmuring and flexing for attention.