Balthazar Supernatural Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 29 GABRIEL *WARNING - THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME VIOLENT CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. My Bella was still in hospital when my men had captured Mason and took him to the location I asked them to. That son of b***h maintained an arrogant attitude even though he was hanging from a beam by heavy chains! By the time I got there, my men had already had lots of fun with him. The place reeked of fresh blood. When I walked in, he started swearing at me and shouted out loud all that he was going to do to me once he was out of there! I just smirked, then gave him one of my dangerous looking glares and asked him who eve

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

And the fact that belief in the supernatural and paranormal also means a belief in a Spiritual Creator/Father. So from the Supernatural Spa, this is The Diwata saying goodnight and hope to see you again soon.

“What he said is true, Amitabha.” Balthazar continued, his voice darkening as the memory took shape. “Old records show that he did not believe in the mercy and openness of the heavens, and that he knew something others didn’t. Of course, many stood up to oppose him, but his strength was unnatural. He had no arts. The only thing people saw in him was rage. Absolute rage. When he showed his power, people began to follow him, and soon an army was prepared to stand against the heavens.” Danial sat frozen, trying to absorb it all. Before he could even ask a question, Balthazar kept going.

The golden Shackle glowed with an angry, rhythmic amber light. "I did not choose this, Balthazar." His voice was low. Flat. "The Gods leashed me. If she dies, I die. I cannot let that happen." Balthazar laughed. A dry, rattling sound. "You think I care about your plight? You think I care if you dissolve into dust along with her?" He took a step forward. "I am here for the heart of the Infinite. If you go down with her, it just makes my job cleaner."

They remain obedient to him, thinking he was as powerful as he was eight centuries ago. Baltazar’s main goal was immortality, to control all the supernatural creatures until the end of time. But it disappoints him every time Agatha slips from his hand. She was just a child when he awoke from dormancy. He couldn’t even unlock the spell Glinda cast to hide Agatha back then. He couldn’t track her either, if not for Eon, who managed to peak. into her dreams, they would not have captured them. It’s been five long years, and he is still chasing her. Baltazar opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by the scrambling of footsteps outside the room.

It helps keep the portals into the underworld secure and lessens the chances of the wrong people finding their way in here. I reached forward and tapped my knuckle against the black wooden door. “Come in.” Balthazar's voice called from the other side. I turned the old glass handle and pushed the door open, shutting it behind me after I entered. Balthazar was focused on his computer screen. Typing away something as a paper and quill floated beside him, writing out whatever he was thinking. The fact he was able to multitask like that was weird. Writing two separate things at once seemed impossible. But I guess being the King of the Underworld. You could do many things others would deem impossi

The next, we were invisible—the familiar magic pulsing through me, hiding us as I manipulated the monster's mind. "Well, isn't this just interesting? I guess Balor was right after all. You really are a magnificent creation, Alora Elwood. You can stop the illusion now. I won't hurt you, though I am disappointed that I wasn't invited to the party." Balthazar's voice cut through the darkness. The others let out a curse while Drabek barked out a laugh.

Jerry entered the residence directly, shouting, "Wake up, Your Majesty!" Balthazar was roused awake from his dreams. Upon seeing Jerry hover above him, he was enraged. "What are you shouting so loud for, Jerry? Didn't you know that I was sleeping?" Balthazar had lost some of his memories, but his temperament and nature weren't affected. Facing an enraged Balthazar, Jerry was about to grovel in front of him—the need to do so had long been carved in his bones. However, he suddenly remembered that he had learned witchcraft and thus no longer had to fear Balthazar.

“And how many supernatural species are there?” “Well there are a few. Apart from werewolves, vampires, shadow weavers, we also have fairies, demons, angels and other kinds of shapeshifters. What is it exactly you are trying to pinpoint? Fill me in.” “Desmond said someone's helping Balthazar. Someone rather powerful. In fact, what I made out of his conversation was that it's more like Balthazar is being used like a puppet at the hands of someone.” “What? That's impossible. Balthazar could never work underneath someone. It's going to be a harsh blow on his ego.”