Novelas y relatos de Balrogs

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

But it was not a big enough advantage for him to feel comfortable with charging the compound with a fifteen-strong team. Balor had not come this far with his plans and machinations without having wolves in his team and the fact that the witches were unable to scry for Ember proved that he might have some assistance from witches or warlocks, too. They had no real idea what they were up against and he would prefer them all to come out of this alive.

he said with a teasing glint in his eye, the smile never quite fading. I let out a small huff, forcing my focus back. “If you can do that with just a flick of your hand, why don’t you just seal the barrier or take care of the Algoths in one go?” His laugh was low, almost mocking. “You think it’s that simple? The barrier isn’t some cup of tea, my lady. It’s centuries-old magic, woven by faeries and humans alike. As for the Algoths, they’re demon-born, creatures of both the physical and magical realms. It takes more than a flick of the wrist to deal with them.”

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

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about

As I rounded a corner, I found myself in a vast chamber, its ceiling disappearing into the darkness above. And there, in the center of the room, stood two massive figures. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before – towering beings with scales that shimmered in the dim light. Dragons. Firewall and Borreload, the legends whispered. Firewall, the larger of the two, fixed his fiery gaze upon me. His eyes burned like embers, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Borreload, his smaller counterpart, let out a low growl, his teeth glinting in the darkness.

-ZOYA- "Bogus! That girl is a liar and a spy. You must be one of our enemies that she's conspiring with." Castellan steps forward, jabbing his index finger at the stranger. His golden eyes droop with boredom. 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.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Somehow, I felt the night darkened. “Don’t touch him!” I cried out desperately, “He has nothing to do with any of this!” The man’s grin turned into laughter. He kept his palm open, revealing Mateo in the magical circle. Mateo, who had recognized me, started to bang on an invisible wall, as though he was trying to break through the magical circle. “Ari! Please help me!” the boy cried out, “Please! Please let me out!” “Hello, Lady,” the man said, still with a huge grin, “My name is Bar, a warlock. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”