Novel & Cerita Balrog

Do not let them through! Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolves - they were fighting like pawns, mindless and relentless. I twisted mid-air to avoid another rogue, landing on my feet and snapping my jaws around its leg. A sickening crunch followed, and the rogue yelped, scrambling away. But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another wave of minions was charging, their glowing eyes a horrifying reminder of Andromeda’s dark magic.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

Blankets, makeshift cots, and the faint copper tang of spilled life covered the stones that only yesterday had been scrubbed for wedding preparations. There would be no wedding now. Balor stood in the shadows of the eastern wall, his amber eyes catching the sun like molten gold, but the fire within them was not love. It was rage. His golden hair, normally combed back with soldier’s neatness, was unbound, loose strands falling across his jaw. He looked like a war god dragged from some bloody myth, his thick frame tense as a bowstring. Evandra approached quietly, but even without sound he knew she was there; the mate bond hummed faintly. His shoulders stiffened.

Michael questions. "Balrog is an extremely dangerous person. It's really hard to describe what he is as a person. He isn't apart of any organization, he just kills! He doesn't even let you know, but... you always know when he's coming. Its never just some normal people either. They're either people of power or criminals. Not like he kills them for the reasons you think anyway." "Wait! You act like he's fucking supernatural or something. He doesn't let you know, but you always know when you're gonna be killed by him?"

She begs while trying to release herself from his bruising hold. The bodyguard doesn't listen to her and keeps on dragging her. “Please Mr. Anderson please I beg you let me see him once! Please!!” She screams while being pushed on the floor by the bodyguard. They don’t respond to her except for the finance, she looks back at her and stares at her silently. Rosie looks at her and keeps on crying silently sitting on the floor and mouths please looking at her. She stares at her coldly and looks away after a while.

I rolled my eyes before turning back to Balor just as he blinked his vision clear from whatever he saw. "I can tell you that the book's magic is useless against her. Her magic keeps it blind. She is old magic and will be hard to track, especially now that she is heading into the dragon realm." Balthazar cursed under his breath. "Why is she heading there?"Apollo asked. Balor shrugged his shoulders.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

Perhaps he’ll be able to escape while invisible, but what he’ll be able to do if he does survive I have no idea. For a moment, I have a fleeting hope that maybe Rerun can back the creature up and give us enough time to reach the water. The determined look on his face tells me he’s trying, but somehow the balrog seems immune to his Power. Maybe it’s just too massive, or still too far away…or maybe its fiery heat somehow negates Rerun’s Power. The why of it doesn’t really matter right now.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.