Charmed Belthazor Novels & Stories

said Belphegor. Chaos and Belphegor quickly moved inside the castle once more, Chaos wondered more about this world the more he learned about things such as Orcs and the System, so he couldn't wait to ask a million things Belphegor and have a proper introduction to how things truly were. In the meantime, he checked his Status by merely willing to see it. [Name: [Chaos (Self-proclaimed)] [Race: [Lesser Vampire Dragon Chimera]

Watching Lilith's move Char's eyes widened as if he had seen something extraordinary, a spatial shift escaped from Lilith's hand. "You know my secret, it seems you can't be kept, come out! Zombie! Death Lord!" "Wooooooooo..." A roar as if from hell swept through the entire venue. It was good enough for a Summoner to have one superior pet, but for Char to have so many, the crowd on stage completely lost their ability to think for a moment. "Char are you okay with calling us out just to deal with this little girl?" The leading Death Lord said with his mind "She knows some secrets that must be eradicated!"

The silver beast turned and bare sharp teeth at the bigger beast. Bathal’s beast Beltza was tall, taller than Calleb’s wolf, Pilak, and its head was bigger. His snout was longer, and his mouth was foaming even against the muzzle. Beltza’s fur was no longer as beautiful and radiant as it once was. His fur was almost completely black with waves of dirty white. His fur was soiled and smeared with filth, and so was his mind. ‘Calleb.’ Pilak called the name of his human in his mind. ‘Calleb Shaldan. I command you to speak!’ Pilak tried to connect with his human as he growled, but Calleb’s consciousness remained silent.

Rage surged, my demon taking over, vampire pouring more spirit magic over the bullet hole even as I lashed out with a whip of my own, slashing across the line of sorcerers who came to challenge me. My power died against a wall of nothing, pattering to the ground in a sheet of sparks. More guns, more grins. All the confidence in the world. Belaisle prodded Charlotte with one shiny shoe, towering over her quiet body though she was taller than him standing, looking down at her like he owned her. Terror clenched in my gut when she didn't move, twitch. Breathe. A large pool of wetness spread beneath her, shining in the highest lights of the city reflecting onto the rooftop.

“That Prussian sadist was enjoying every second of it as soon as he gives the report” Charlie nudged my hand with his nose. “Velan’s always been theatrical. All that aristocratic bearing hiding a monster underneath.” “He hexed you,” I said, anger flaring in my chest. “He sent his pet warlock after you, and Erasmus just—” I made a flicking motion with my fingers. “must have turned you into a dog like it was nothing.” Charlie’s tail thumped once against the floor. “something like that yes. Bluthexer is powerful, I’ll give him that. Velan is the true architect of this nightmare.”

Charon asked as his eyes landed on Hazel. "Yes." "So where is the infamous Alpha Zander Knight, the one they call the Demon wolf? Isn't he supposed to be travelling with you?" "I am right here," Zander puffed his chest, feeling proud that Charon knew who he was. Charon stopped paddling, his firey eyes blinked twice then he clutched his chest and let out a mighty roar of laughter. The boat slowed, and the souls gripped onto the edges and began to shake the vessel, seeking to get inside.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

These hired Nobles are older, more powerful, and have more experience. I roll out of the way of an air elemental's attack before throwing out enough magical attacks to give myself cover as I strain to see where Bethany could be. From the corner of my eye, I finally see Bethany hanging onto fucking Serarion Hogaron’s back. Serarion is bare-chested, and there are several visible tattoo markings on his bare chest. He keeps wriggling, trying to flip Bethany away from his back, but she holds very tightly on him.

Beatrice was looking at me curiously, as if trying to piece something together. “Where does your magic come from, Kenzie?” I looked to Bellamy so he could explain. I was still unsure about it all. “I know you’ll keep this private,” he said, looking at her directly. She scoffed but nodded. “She’s a direct descendant of Ezthamus Hecatheem,” he said, looking at me, again with pride shining in his eyes. I would have to get him to explain more. Luckily, Luca beat me to it. “What’s so special about this Ezthamus person?”