Novelas y relatos de Balrogs

The announcer say Cull's name and all my senses come alive again. The Balsig creature Cull is fighting is one of the more disgusting looking beasts. It looks like a pile of solid black sludge with a massive nose, ferocious fangs, and no eyes. Its arms are long, but its legs are short. Its claws look like brown knives. The last one we saw fight Xiu said it was from Gaimo and it made sense. No one would spot this thing in a swamp. The Balsig is smaller than the other beasts, but I still don't envy Cull's position.

Their compact bodies moved with surprising agility, ready to plunge into the heat of battle against creatures whose molten bodies posed a deadly risk. As the forces converged, the Scivons descended from the sky, their massive wings beating with ominous thuds. These giant bat-like creatures dived toward the warriors, their fanged mouths agape. Simultaneously, from the forest's edge, the Viedagrons lumbered forward. These towering beasts, comprised of bubbling lava and rock, radiated intense heat that warped the air around them.

Braxton chuckled slightly at the way Adira’s head tilted in confusion and nodded, “You wanted something subtle, right? Where no one would find us? Well there are hundreds of these throughout this woods, people will think nothing of it. You and I, however…” As the man trailed off, he lifted the hatch and Adira peered in. It was unsuspecting from the outside, perfectly discreet, but as she looked in, she noticed a stepladder which appeared to go further than any of the usual hatches. There was no running water sound like any of the other hatches. The movement of the hatch even seemed to cause a trail of lights to turn on one by one, creating a path. “What is this place?” “Well,” Braxton though

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

The battle was about to begin. From the shadows, they emerged – creatures born of nightmare, twisted parodies of nature itself. They were grotesque, their bodies a horrifying fusion of flesh and shadow, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some were vaguely humanoid, their limbs elongated and twisted, their skin a sickly, pallid green. Others were more monstrous, hulking behemoths with razor-sharp claws and teeth that dripped with a viscous, black ichor. They were the remnants of the ancient entity’s corruption, its failed creations, driven by a mindless rage and a thirst for destruction.

Click-clack. From behind the stalagmites, from the edges of the bubbling acid pools, and dropping down from the cavern ceiling, more shapes emerged. Five. Ten. A dozen of them. They were all different—some bloated with tumorous growths, others skeletal and fast, some possessing vestigial, useless wings—but they all shared the same blind, bony faces and the same ravenous hunger. "Eliana," Baraka said, standing up. He stepped in front of her, placing his body between the scientist and the horde. "Can you run?"

The dagger feels alive in my hand, its ruby flaring as if sensing the threat. The first rogue bursts from the fog—a massive grey wolf, eyes mad with shadow corruption, silver-tipped claws extended. More follow, snarls ripping through the mist, their scents rancid with witch magic and desperation. They’re not just rogues—they’re cursed, twisted by the same shadow beast that hunts my bloodline.

They were something far worse. Creatures summoned by Malachar, the dark sorcerer in service to Lord Vortigern. Beings without names, made of smoke, coagulated blood, and pure malice. They had a vaguely humanoid shape, but their bodies were elongated and twisted, with limbs ending in crooked claws. Their mouths were slits filled with irregular teeth that never fully closed. The three red eyes — one in the center of the forehead, two smaller ones on the cheekbones — never blinked. They had seen everything.

Lord Drago: Are you sure about that Melinda? Melinda: Don't worry the barrier is already on. No spiritual energy will leak out of this place. Lord Drago: Don't disappoint me then. Ban: I won't....Come ALL OF YOU.. - - Lord Drago: Ohh well this could be trouble indeed. Those are no ordinary familiars. Seriously you summoned them in one night?? Ban: A beautiful sight ,don't you think so? But you're mistaken if you think this is the end. Lord Drago: hmmm?

mountains, feared yet respected.Kobold. Originating from a German folklore, Kobolds are sprites who live on ships, mines, and even in human homes. Their appearance adapts and changes, depending on whom they are with. Usually, they choose to be household spirits where they can help with chores or play tricks if insulted.Kallikantzaros. Came from Greek legends, Kallikantzaros, or Christmas goblins, live deep underground, and they only reach the surface of the earth every dawn of December 25th until January 6th. They bring nothing but chaos to the human realm by starting fires, souring milk, riding on people’s back, and braiding horses’ tails.Phooka. From Irish origins, Phooka transforms into