Balrog Novels & Stories

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

********************* Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once Upon a time, three best friends, Barwolf, Gerwulf and Zelina, went in search of powers until they arrived at the River of Darkness. There they met one of the Princes of Hell; Belphagor, who offered them powers greater than the Creator but in exchange for Zelina who is a beautiful Dragon Queen. Barwolf and Gerwulf fought and defeated Zelina and offered her to Belphagor and he fulfilled his promises. After they left, Belphagor summoned his remaining four brothers and they rap.ed Zelina for six days and then they throw her into the River of Darkness.

Each green point released a shackle of neon chains that tethered him. “Grrrrrroik!” He shrieked as Marlena’s superior magic bore into his skin. "Alpha, this man is a barakian kripling," Marlena whispered after her discovery. A barakian kripling is a warlock who was brought back from the hollows of hell after already dying by a necromancer, which signified that he had a master. Now turned into an unholy pawn. Someone must have summoned this diabolic creature for this fucking mission, but who was behind this?

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

Simultaneously, a magnificent and unparalleled lightning bolt shattered the pillar of light. Standing in front of the mirror, Balaro was shaken by the scene. His entire body trembled, and his eyes became strangely purple. Chad stared at Balaro from behind. With his Clairvoyant Eye, he noticed a strange purple aura behind Balaro's head. Furthermore, the human aura from Balaro appeared to be more uniform than ordinary people's. Unique aura clusters appeared on Balaro's head, torso, and limbs. Those different-shaped clusters gave his aura the appearance of a soaring butterfly!

“That’s it?” “The evil shadow of darkness.” I decided to overlook their answer, which sounded like Tolkien describing the balrog. “Let me see that again.” I watched the same moment at half the normal speed. The dark mist flashed by like it’d been kicked out of Price and launched toward the back wall of the basement, so forcefully, it hit the stack of boards and knocked a couple down. Weird: even though the wingman had captured it all with his handheld cam, following the shadow’s trajectory from Price to the corner, they hadn’t included any of his footage in the episode. Weirder still, they only added one replay, not two or three like I’d seen them do in the cl

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

The claws were slightly luminescent, with a ghostly glow reflecting its eerie presence. But nothing happened, I thought, watching helplessly as the Stalagtor advanced ever closer. I raised my hand and unleashed my magic, which burst forth from between my fingers like a bolt of lightning. A powerful shockwave struck a boulder next to the Stalagtor. It roared and neared me. Its head was triangular and flattened, with a face partially covered by a rugged, helmet-like formation resembling a large stalagmite. Its eyes were large, multifaceted crystals emitting a dim, eerie yellow light, the only illumination in the dark cave. These eyes could swivel independently, allowing the Stalagtor to keep c