Balrog Novels & Stories

She saw nothing. “Where are we?” She watched his face turn ashen, “This is the Knightmyre's dwelling. We must go now. The Knightmyre's will be out as soon as the void of darkness shrouds the landscape.” “What are Knightmyres? I’ve never heard of such things.” “It is Vhalos' doing.” “Who is Vhalos?”

His brother had truly screwed him this time. His lips were still turned up in a rictus of a smile at his predicament when he heard the crossbar being raised and the door swung open. Sigurd loomed in the doorway casting a long shadow across the small room. The sun glowing behind him gave him the appearance of a dark avenging angel. "Time to break your fast, Brandur the Destroyer,” Sigurd said with a sneer, taking a step into the small hut.

“Not yet. It’s not awake. If we strike first, it’ll rise fully formed. It’ll need a host.” “Like Hollowfang,” I said. “Like you,” it whispered back. I turned. The walls moved. The shadows moved and then… we weren’t alone. Something crawled out of the far wall. A figure, humanoid, but not human. Skin white as bone, stretched too tight. Its mouth was sewn shut. Its eyes were all black. It bowed. Freya stepped back. “A Harbinger.” “What does it want?” Mira hissed. “Us,” I said. “It wants us to choose.”

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

“What or who is Balrog?” Rex asked, the name sounded quite ominous, especially if it was something that worried someone as big as Charr. “Her be spider demon who live under Mountain, make babies who boys fight to be man.” Charr said. “No one seen it in many years, but it babies are big to kill young warrior who not fight well.” “Then how do you know it lives that way?” Rex asked tilting his head a little. “No one has seen it in a long time.”

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

for all of those boils on top of that gray skin this creature could have easily been mistaken for a rock if it sat still. It opened its mouth as far as it could go and let out a nightmarish gurgly laugh that sounded like it came from the swamp itself. Then, to the twins horror they watched as the monster flung them into the air, boat and all. It tilted it's head back with its mouth open wide as if to catch them and devour them. The twins were still clutching each other tightly when all of a sudden they heard the sound of tinkling bells. Expecting to meet the swamp monsters razor sharp teeth upon landing, they were surprised when they didn't land at all. Instead they were snatched out of mid

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

Fen surged beneath his skin, dark claws emerging as he threw the attacker aside. But the rogue didn’t stay down. It rose immediately, shaking off blows that should have shattered ribs. Pain meant nothing to it. Mira felt that unnatural endurance echo in her own marrow, and deep within the bond, Sera whimpered in shared distress. Darius froze for a heartbeat, staring at the creature. The crescent scar on the rogue’s shoulder pulsed with a faint, sickly light beneath the rain. This was no ordinary fighter. It was a vessel emptied of will, animated only by whatever dark ritual had carved that mark into its flesh.