Balrogs 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,

In its place was a haggard-looking creature, almost like a half-sized elf. A boggart. An Obsidian Court boggart, judging by the sinister sound of its cackling laughter. Its long, spindly fingers gripped Josh by the arms, capturing him.

She wreaks havoc, destroying everything on her path as she makes her way to the Constantine desert, while her offspring are running after her, killing whatever is left that their mother flunked to see. Even though I couldn't get a perfect view of her, the little I caught was enough to let me know that she wasn't just any monster. She was indeed an ancient demon with two large horns on her forehead, which were blazing with fire, like Johnny from the Ghost Rider. She was taller than Sandra Elaine Allen by 9 inches, or let's just say twice the size of Sandra. Balrog has wreaked more havoc than I could have imagined in just a few hours. If she was given another twenty-four hours, then she was su

He didn't know he was the main target. As he turned to shift, he heard loud shrieks from afar. It sounded like a horde of bats. The shrieks increased as the creatures got closer to where he stood. Kendrick watched them with a hard expression. Kanimas! He hated the lot of them. They were creatures created from dark magic. The had the appearance of bats, only they were larger. They had a single long horn in the centre of their heads, large scaly body and enormous wings. He wondered why there were so many of them.

“There’s an easy way to settle this. You can just pull on a wishbone. And the person who gets the short end has to fight.” “And you just have wishbones randomly lying around?” Lucy asked. “Always. For times like this,” the bartender, Jim, pulled one out of, what it seemed was, thin air. I grabbed for it and held it out to Paige. “Let’s go!” I shouted. Paige rolled her eyes and pulled on the other half of the bone, taking part of my half with her as it broke. Damnit! “Gigi, is it? Looks like it’s all you.” Bob got up and his companions at the bar began helping him move some tables and chairs around.

The darkness coiled around them like a living entity, and the battle began in earnest. Flameheart stood at the entrance of the desolate realm, the atmosphere heavy with twisted energies. The ground was barren, cracked, and parched, while shadows danced menacingly, whispering secrets of despair. From the darkness emerged the first wave of foes. The Shadowborn, dark humanoid figures with elongated limbs and razor-sharp claws, their eyes glowing with malice. “Come forth, Flameheart!” Ambrosia shouted, her voice echoing as she summoned dark energies, tendrils of shadow reaching towards him.

“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.

"The three of you should bow in my presence and kiss my feet if I demand it." Sarn, the glorious purple dragon laughed the loudest. "I'll tell you what. If you can defeat us, we'll bow and I'll even kiss your dirty, smelly feet." His tail made a grand sweep and Laryn's mammoth head lowered to avoid it. "Yeah make us," Bastian mocked. Fire showed in his blue gaze as he challenged me.

“There’s a creature in there, born of my magic. It will stop at nothing to destroy you. Fight it, kill it, or die trying. Your choice.” Bruce’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his claws flexing as he prepared for the fight. The creature emerged from the shadows, its form a grotesque amalgamation of nightmare and dark magic. Its body was massive and hunched, with sinewy muscles bulging beneath slick, obsidian skin that seemed to ripple as though alive. Jagged spikes jutted out along its spine, and its limbs ended in razor-sharp claws that glinted in the faint moonlight. Its face was a horror—a maw filled with rows of jagged teeth, glowing amber eyes that mirrored Mal

They were death among life. Sunken eyes, rotting flesh, armor made of dragon hide. Death didn’t hide the fact they were generals. High-ranking ones from wars long gone. She understood, or at least guessed, at how they got the name. It was nightmarish to behold. Shivers shook her frame, dotting her flesh with goosebumps. Their mere presence triggered images of dark deeds, inflicting paralyzing fear. Evrah shook herself free of it, but she didn’t know how long she had been frozen in place. She dropped to her knees, checking the scene before she made her move.