Balrogs Novels & Stories

Brock picked up the creature and set her down on the ground. "Is thata badger?" Joanna stared down at the beast, knowing it was indeed a badger, but she couldn't believe she was watching one inside the castle, in her bed. "Shoo! Go on with you, Freya." Brock nudged the badger into the corridor with his boot. The badger huffed, lifted her head, and trotted with surprising speed down the hall and out of sight.

Placing the black rock a few metres away I took a deep breath. “Berlarot,” I commanded and the rock quivered. Black ooze and oil bubbles, the fizzing stench of sulphur stings my nostrils as I wave my hands. Then as it grows, the haze around his form is dazzling. The haze makes me squint as Berlarot grows bigger, blacker and stronger every time I summon him. “My queen,” he rumbles, at least the size of a cow now, and still oozing, pulsing with black oily life.

*** Dark's Castle: Behind The Mirror: Only the groan of Barwolf was heard as the little dragons were seen eating some flesh of werewolf. Dark came out of the dark pool and started laughing. Not giving Barwolf a look, he entered the mirror and came out and was back to his room. The large dragon head emerged from the dark pool and he roared out a little and the three little Dragons left Barwolf's body and landed a few meters away from him and started growing in size and height. But the place they were in could accommodate their huge siz and height. One wanted to pick up Barwolf and eat him but the Dragon whose head was the only thing seen in the dark pool growled and that halted the dragon who

She rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. The ego is strong with this one. Okay, so I hear you need to find the elusive Balor Bloodstone. The guys' a ghost, really. Not many people have seen him, and the ones that have don't remember much. I know he is a big deal in the black market, and I try my best to steer clear of him." "Interesting, the humans really have no idea who he is. He truly is a devious creature." My dragon mused, obviously choosing now to talk to me since we were here to see our mate. I nodded, agreeing with Ophir; Balor was devious indeed.

They were on a rising platform made of earth, and it was heading straight towards the Grand Serpent. Mell's Balor burned and the morning star head dislocated from the staff handle, only connected by chains of amber light. Balor was turned into a flail, a dangerously large flail. Before Lars could react, Mell leapt to the Grand Serpent and swung his Balor flail with his powerful might. The attack impact was so great Lars could feel the bursting wind from it.

png his image) Barro Roan is a Zero Knight of Eden, a descendant of the Baroroan who cleared much of southern Eden of monsters, leading to the creation of Fort Baroroan. Barro himself ascended to the rank of Zero Knight during the Arthur Tragedy and has since gone on to manage Eden's knights on a day-to-day basis, with the help of his assistant, Sufy. Barro - So, you're Ramius's husband, Issei Hyoudou was it?

“Begin.” Demons leap from the shadows—falling from the ceiling, crawling from walls, even sneaking up behind us. A massive gargoyle-like creature blocks our path, but instead of stone skin, his hide is made of bone. On one side of him is a lion-headed woman in Egyptian garb. On the other, a woman with antlers and a body split down the middle—half rotting skeleton, half cold-eyed human. Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front.

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!

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl