Balthazar Supernatural Novels & Stories

I brushed stray strands of hair off my soft-heart shaped face and took a quick glance at my upturned eyes, the blue-green irises darting along with my pupils as I scanned over my own features. I put my calculus book and notepad away, tucking them in between Science and Language Arts, and replaced them with my history materials. I shut my locker, which revealed a 6'4" figure that stood right behind it. "Shit!" I gasped, nearly jumping out of my skin and dropping all of my things. The figure chuckled. Leaning against the lockers, a smug smirk dancing across his face was Zachary Bentley Turploy. "What's wrong, Tiger?" He taunted, his accent dripping with sarcasm.

Her body convulsed violently as dark energy surged through her, writhing like dying embers before vanishing into nothing. The witch gasped and panted on the floor, shivering and coiling in on herself. The pot! My gaze drifted to the altar and I moved with a precise movement. I grabbed the pot and hurled it against the stone wall. The metal cracked, its dark liquid spilling and hissing upon contact with the ground. I moved swiftly, destroying everything in sight—the cursed bones, the twisted effigies, the dark symbols etched into the altar. I destroyed everything. Suddenly, movements echoed behind me.

It could pass through your skin in seconds and come out the other side, causing bleeding that is very difficult to heal. Monique cries inconsolably. She is emaciated, her hands and feet are bound with metal handcuffs, and her face is pale. On the other hand, Harrison ... I can't even say for sure that it's about him. His hands, his face ... all of him is with remains of burnt, raw, a product of the fire that I caused to try to kill him. It's fucking scary. I don't know how the fuck he's still alive. That man must have made a pact with the fucking demon. - Mom ...- Lailah murmurs almost in a whisper. Looks like he's been shocked.

“The spell does not make any mistakes. Are you sure you are not related to Nevaeh?” Shocked, I give each man an astonished look. “What? What do you mean related? And what does the spell you cast to find me have to do with it?” Azazel squats down to face me. “The spell is meant to find supernatural blood mates and their relatives. When the spell kindled, it split off in two directions. One pointed to where you were, and the other one pointed to Mathias.” I shake my head in denial. “That’s not possible, Azazel. I’m human, and so are my parents.”

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

It was an unknown number. "Hello?" I said after I had answered. "Tony Caraballo." The person said with a hint of mischief and immediately I knew who it was. Brian Cage, my worst enemy and the only human that I was bound to murder in the future. I thought I had gotten rid of him after I beat him up in a match but it seems like the idiot never learned. "Brian! What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Why so rude, Ballo? I only called to say hi to an old friend and let you know I am back in town."

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

Josiah Maponus walking into the room that we needed to bring my baby girl into. “What’s going on Mr. Baphomet?” “I need you to take a look at my baby girl first. I’m not sure what happen but there is some bleeding on the back of her head that is in need for you to look at. After that I’m going to need you to also take a look at Anthony.” “What happen to him?” “Let’s just say he got his ass handed to him by a small girl.” He chuckle a little as he heads toward my baby girl but then he stops and stares at her as if he sees a ghost.

In front of both of them, I dialed a number. "There's trash here. Send someone to clean it up." I had just sent one set of trash away. Then the doorbell rang again. When I opened it, Joe stood there with a smile. He set a parcel on the table—supplements good for a succubus, meant to ease the agony of my heat. They were rare and precious; he'd thought to bring them. "Have you decided?" he asked gently. "Want to consider a new master? I'll take responsibility."