Book Balthazar Novels & Stories

Soft lighting that created a cozy atmosphere. And somewhere—hidden but watching—a camera that Zade was monitoring. I browsed the shelves for a few minutes, trailing my fingers along the spines, very aware that he might be watching already. Finally, I selected a book almost at random and settled into one of the leather chairs. It was only when I looked at the cover that I realized what I'd grabbed. An erotic novel. One of many tucked among the more literary offerings. My father's collection was surprisingly diverse. Perfect.

Elainna tugged forward, her patience visibly fraying at the edges. Emmeline resisted the pull just enough to make the Saintess work for it, a tiny rebellion to reclaim some control. "Lady Emmeline. A pleasure. I've been curious to meet the human who captured our Anax's attention." Balthazar’s amber eyes stripped her down to the bone, assessing a potential meal rather than a guest. Cold sweat broke across Emmeline’s spine, but she met his stare head-on. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Balthazar." Her words flowed smoothly, betraying none of the panic clawing at her chest.

"But the executioner is teaching the entire territory that my rank is nothing but a political placeholder." "Chika, look behind you," Tracy muttered, his hand dropping toward his weapon belt. I spun around to find Bianca Whitmore standing near the iron cargo elevator, her sleek leather combat suit catching the light of the burning ritual braziers. Her cruel eyes danced over my solitary posture, her scent thick with the glamorous, toxic energy of high-society wolf politics. "Our noble patriarch is going to choke on his wine when he hears the Alpha King deserted his prized vanguard commander on the night of his ascension."

Heather "Oh, no. That's not good." Brynn stares at the bodies in Professor Khalek's kitchen, looking like she's about to throw up. Bile rises in my throat, but I push it down. "You think?" I push open another door and find another body. It's another Silver Hunter. "Poor Professor Khalek." Gregory bends at her side. "She was such a great teacher." I look out a window and frown. Okay, so this is a setback, but we can deal with it.

I let my eyes linger on her for a moment before answering Caleb. “Wait for me, bro. I will be home soon.” “No problem. I will make myself comfortable.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, already knowing what that meant. “Caleb, don’t touch my Henri Jayer Richebourg.” A dramatic gasp came from his end. “Would I ever?” I could practically see him placing a hand on his chest, swearing false innocence. “You would. You already have.” His laugh was deep and full of mischief, and I knew my expensive wine was doomed.

she said, her voice warm and intimate. The waiter came over, a friendly man with a warm smile. "Welcome to Chez Pierre," he said, his voice friendly and inviting. "Can I start you off with some drinks?" James nodded, his eyes meeting the waiter's. "Yes, please," he said, his voice firm and decisive. "I'll have a glass of wine, and Bella will have...?" He turned to Bella, his eyes questioning. Bella smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'll have a glass of wine too," she said, her voice light and airy.

Alfred raised a brow before opening the bag, the second he took a bite of the croissant, his entire expression shifted—his eyes widened, chewing slower, savoring the taste. I smiled. “I take it you like it?” He swallowed. “This is… heavenly.” A small laugh . “Glad to know my baking skills are still up to standard.” We continued chatting as I ate, talking about nothing in particular, but it was nice. He told me about the estate, and the staff. The moment Christian walked in, the atmosphere shifted. He didn’t say much. Just a brief, “Alfred,” in greeting before heading toward his room. Alfred sighed, already rising from his seat. “I’ll go heat up his dinner.” watching as he disappeared into th

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

“Now why would I do that, that is something a baby would do, and I am not a baby anymore. According to the sun cycles I have been down here at least ten years.” Alizeh rolled her eyes. “Just try it Balthazar. Point away from me.” He pointed to his treasure. “No Over there to that empty wall back there.” He made a big show about turning toward the wall. Stomping his feet and slouching his big body. “I am looking at the wall, now what?” Picture fire coming out of your mouth, into the wall. Alizeh waited. Nothing. “I told you.” It is Hopeless, Balthazar said stomping all four of his feet.