Book Balthazar Novels & Stories

He was unable to determine who he was fully, but the connection to the Reaper Palace was something else to look into. "They won't. Do not worry." Balli said. Her eyes were glassed over as another eye opened. On her forehead, a third eye appeared. "Master Ren and Zia will be fine. Such a beautiful Cultivation. So many dragons... she looks so beautiful." Balli's body shook as the third eye closed. "Ugghhh!" "I .. do.. not.. want.. to.. die!" Zia screamed. Her clothes tore and her skin ripped. She was bursting from the inside out.

he said into Balthazar's eyes. "Quick! Give me the letter," Balthazar said in a hurry. He couldn't wait to read the letter. "Yes, sir," the man said politely, but inside he was smiling evilly. He then stepped closer and gave the letter to him and stepped back to stand where he had been standing earlier. Balthazar immediately opened the letter and read it. He nodded to himself after he read the letter, then he shifted his gaze from the letter in his hands to the man's eyes. "Tell your king I and the others will wait for him in the hut," he said unsuspectingly.

Eliza asked as she entered the room. “What?” Viviane coyly asked. “I heard something about facing your biggest fear head on,” Eliza said. “What’s going on?” Arthur eyed his daughter as he said, “Sit down and have some breakfast. Your mother made scrambled eggs with her homemade sausage. You know how you like her sausage.” Eliza smiled as she said, “I do love that sausage.” Then, placing her hand over her stomach, she added, “I’m not hungry, though. I think I’ll just have some coffee.”

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Balthazar was walking back and forth while waiting for the news. Just as for cue, someone stepped into his room and quietly shut the door behind. He made his way to the young dragon who was very worried about the fact that he somehow had gotten caught. "How can you do that to me? You are the reason why I think that our plan is never going to work. He is stronger than you can imagine. He has the powers of the mighty heart with him. How can you do that to me?" Balthazar roared at the man who had just entered the room. For others, Balthazar was sent back to the kingdom in the middle of the ocean. But in reality, he stayed just to see how much more he could fight to keep his

Before anyone could ask why he opened the book, an ancient voice spoke in a tongue I had never heard before. A bright light filled the room. Balthazar's eyes glazed over, his mouth moving, but his voice was so quiet I couldn't hear it. The weight of the book's magic grew heavy. The smell of wet soil filled the room, and I had to force myself to breathe through my mouth so I didn't gag. The light vanished along with the book. Balthazar took in a heavy breath, blinking his eyes. A deep v formed on his brow as he looked down at his hands. The room was thick with a heavy silence.

Closing the distance between them, he circled Balthazar like a predator stalking its prey, his presence dominating the chamber. "Yes," Balthazar whispered, his voice barely audible above the figure's rage. "And—" "Ah, so there's more to the story?" the figure mocked, sarcasm lacing his words like venom. "Please, do go on," he taunted, relishing in Balthazar's discomfort. "The book. She took it with her. Stole it from my office," Balthazar confessed, his shame palpable in the air. The figure let out a humorless laugh, the sound echoing through the chamber like a death knell. Drawing closer, he loomed over Balthazar, his presence suffocating.

After her leaving Zhang Wei looked at the closed door. Chenguang went to her room. Sitting on the bed, she was thinking about to kill him. Can she do it? She didn't find any way to save the book except killing him. It was the only way she can do to save the book. She went to her balcony and looked down from the balcony. She saw Zhang Wei was in the garden. He had something in his hand. She didn't try to realise that thing. She came out from the balcony. She didn't want him to see her. She lay down at her bed and closed her eyes for a while.

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

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

he remarked while he wobbled lightly. Baltazar started stalking the trio with burning eyes. He just lost four of his men. “You are not taking her anywhere, little Alpha. I don’t care if she lost all her blood but she is staying in this room,” Baltazar roared while his body emitted a black smoke. He stopped a few steps from them and raised his hands in the air, palms facing the ceiling. He closed his eyes and started chanting something unintelligible in an ancient language.