Balthazar Supernatural Novels & Stories

I was shy and I only spoke when I had no choice, I guess my bravery was beaten out of me a long time ago. Balthazar was brutal if you pissed him off, he never thought twice about making someone pay, and betrayal? You would beg for death when he was done with you, no one betrayed him, not even other warlocks. They knew he was powerful, knew he could beat them with a flick of his wrist.

even the Alpha. Balthazar could have been anyone, but he wasn’t. He was a monster, like all wolves, and a worse one than most. It was he who directed the wolves of Banglador. It was he who plucked a Hunter from his horse without a sound. It was he who was mysterious as the shadows. And it was he who Lunus was determined to kill with the shining frame a single silver bullet.

“What do you mean.'' Phoebe rushed over to the bed and lifted Julia to her laps. She looked so peaceful and lifeless that she wept. Balthazar had to remove the body from her grip before he led her out of the room. “The baby.” phoebe whispered Balthazar went back in and carried the baby that fate had brought to them. The events of the past days had made him believe that there was a supernatural force in place, playing around with their lives and destiny.

"Balthazar, ask him about Eloise." And so he did, he walked to the man and asked him what happened to her. The guy was reluctant to give any information, but as Balthazar was skilled, he managed to persuade him. He returned to the car and waited for the man to recover some sense, as he used some of the vampyr's gifts in him to manipulate his mind. Kyrios didn't care, he only wanted answers. "She called in sick, and she took some days off," He reported. He frowned. "Take me to her place," He ordered, and Balthazar obliged.

“Yes, you heard it right… I am Cassandra Felix'' I said and showed him my necklace that surprised him more, and I know it will happen and the expression on his face makes me laugh. He looks like seeing a ghost, shocked and frozen. I know that he is still trying to absorb everything that is why I help him absorb what is going on, because I don’t want to kill him just like that. Of course knowing the reason is more satisfying than killing him, just like that. In just a snap. “Look at the man behind you” I told him but he didn't want to look at Mang Berto. That is why I slapped his face. “LOOK AT THE MAN BEHIND YOU” I said again but this time in a high tone of voice and slowly he turned his he

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

The bright light that outlined her tall frame had grown dim, a sign that she was slowly departing from the living. Nahamani knelt close to her friend's body and softly grabbed her frail hands. Beth released a small smile from her lips in gratitude and then sighed in defeat. Just like her companion had done earlier, she took in her surroundings and saw nothing good coming out of the battle they had fought so hard for. "I suppose this is it". She said weakly. Nahamani squeezed her hands and shook her head. "No. I spoke to the most high and he has promised to help us defeat Lucifer. All will be well Beth and you will live". Beth's eyes widened at her confession. She almost sat up to look at Nah

"Then again, who knows how your god's 'magic' works." "It's not magic," Aza reminded him irritatingly. "It's the goddess' blessing." Jonathan turned the other direction and began pacing the basement, staring at all of the morbid artifacts. Aza expected us all to remain quiet about this until she broke the news to Mama. I didn't know how Mama would react to knowing there's an Elder vampire asleep in her own basement of vampiric torture and imprisonment - she was going through a lot with two of the priestesses taking their Houses from the safety of the house and back into the city, not to mention the threat of Abraham looming over her shoulder. Sure, Hezekiah was a valuable tool. But he was al

“They are going to be hiding, Marcel.” “I can’t feel her,” I growled. “She…” My vision sharpened unnaturally. The edges of everything blurred except the paths I could take. The monster inside me clawed upward, desperate to tear through stone if it had to. “Marcel.” I didn’t respond. “She said they’d be dead,” Dominic continued, firm but controlled. “She wanted you to break. She wants you to lose control, but you are not going to allow it.” “I can’t feel her!” I snapped. “She is not around the perimeter! I can’t fucking feel her.”

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.