Balthazar Supernatural Novels & Stories

He turned to Eden with a smile on his face. "And what has you so happy?" Eden asked. "So, you remember Elias? Well, his dad runs the Agust Mafia in LA and Elias is second in command. Lilith has asked them to help us and apparently they've heard very highly of the Bullet Agency and are more than willing to help." Malakai explained and that was definitely good news. "That is amazing." Eden beamed and hugged Malakai. They weren't alone in this, they had the most powerful freaking mafia in LA helping them.

At the church, I was surprised when mentioning the Manor was enough to be taken to Father Thompson’s office, where he poured me a tea and shared his memories of the blessing. I didn’t expect to hear any mind-blowing revelations. I just needed an account of the event, and that’s what I got, unsurprisingly painted through the priest’s set of beliefs. He was convinced he’d come face to face with Satan himself, a creature of pure evil in essence and purpose, and that he’d banished it from the face of the earth, back to the fiery pit of hell he’d crawled out from. “You’re new to the Manor, young lady,” he said. “I’m sure those noises are the old house settling at night. Nothing to be afraid of.”

" We both turned to him. All the while, he had been basking in his happiness while watching us silently. "It's perfect!" He announced. There was something in his eyes when he said those words. I could swear to it. And if there is anything I had known about Barnabas over the past five years, he always had a sinister plan going on in that head of his. But this wasn't even about him. Why is he so interested. "We will get the contract ready and send your copy to sign tonight." We finalized.

Finally, we were quiet and let her continue his story. "Balthier a few days ago ... hmm ... knew that his mate died, he became a man who was swayed mentally, you imagine yourself ... as if your soul was half gone ... he fell ill and almost died ... but he survived, even though his brain had been a little broke?… roughly said…. he became Balthier with a monster nature. He killed Sylvia and Brandon his first target .. then he left Charlie for the last..." I held my breath… closed my mouth because I couldn't believe what I heard. Impossible.

She felt uneasy though and decided to request the security check their CCTVs after she had sent Yvonne along. She quickly walked to her shelf and pulled out her toolbox. Behind her, mother and son both shed tears of joy and sorrow. *** The black mist was strong now. It had sucked many a life force during the night. No one heard the screams of its victims with the howling of the wind. It would not be long before it made its way to claim its final victim. One who would ultimately feed its life force and allow it to return to this world, not as a shapeless being, but to return to its human form once more. For this, it needed the life force of Suzanne Summers.

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

At the time, the man chuckled, the sound of heavy wings flapped alongside his voice, “Indeed, the live that you have sacrificed, the soul that became the catalyst to call me here— the soul of your sister.” Belle was in shock as the man appeared again but this time, in the appearance of her sister Rachel. Rachel walked toward her and extended her hands. As Belle tried to hold her hand, Rachel disappeared into a fog. “To send off your sister’s soul to be offered to a demon, I have to say it is a very extreme determination you have there. It was what that had beguiled me to come here.”

“You know that your actions can lead our enemies to come here, right?” Barbara looked at the man in front of her boldly and calmly. “As if I'm a fool, Hugo. You don't have to worry about that.” Hugo watched the girl from behind as she walked away leaving him with unstable steps. What really happened? “Reksa,” whispered Hugo. “What has happened?” The devil he summoned replied in his mind, “Her soul is starting to explore consciousness.” “Bitch!” shouted Hugo. “Why didn't you stop it from happening? She already wants to think of you as a father, you should take that opportunity!”

How else would they be gently floating down if this person above her wasn’t a supernatural? In her endless lifetime, she had seen countless of things under the guardianship of the brotherhood. Things that no mere human knows, not even the Vatican court of overseers, not even the Holy See, not even the presidents of the divided countries. She knew that other than humans, there were a number of entities playing on the background. Ghosts, angels, demons, spirits of the unknown, even what humans call now as unidentified flying objects. All of them are real and the Priory of Sion, though religious in nature, kept different kinds of relics and artifacts from these heavenly and not-so heavenly bein

The shop owner - a demigod guy - would rather flirt with young girls than really focus on magic research (of course, research would not get much better, but at least he tried to do something right? Balan Svartalf - the guy who looked like heaven with his shiny hair floating - sighed. He stuffed little brother a delicious sandwich with egg meat and then had a sigh with a chirping noise from his lips: "All right, now please explain to me why. Why did you run out of quartz? There was no one in this city that consumes as quickly as you. Even if you include summoned beasts, it is not even half that... Hold on!" Eden Noldorasga shyly avoided his gaze. He fixed his eyes on the pots of anti-magic-bl