Finn Balor Abs Novels & Stories

Cold water shocked their snarls to steam. Behind them, Balor and Lefu circled, boots grinding river grit. Balor feinted high; Lefu didn’t bite; he slid in, body close, and hooked Balor’s knee. Balor crashed to stone and water with a sound like thunder, rolled, and kicked out with brutal efficiency. Lefu stumbled, breath wrenched from him. My chest caved around a cry that didn’t make it out. Break them apart, Sage urged. Use the bond.

His brown hair hung in limp strands, forming a floppy curtain around his brows. As the fight progressed it became clear why the pair had drawn each other. Easton’s chunky density allowed him to absorb Finn’s punches. His arms, thicker than my head, had enough power to make Finn stutter backwards. Without realising I leaned forward, completely absorbed in the bout. Finn won in four rounds, the crowd cheering his name with gusto.

Its power pushed through the wards Athena had in place. "Looks like I got here in time," Balor shouted as he rushed towards us. He was dressed head to toe in leathers and sheather blades. His scarlet hair was pulled back, and his hands were ringless except for one ring that stayed on his pinky. It was a wolf that wrapped around his finger, its eyes glowing a bright blue. "The girls?" I asked. "Safe, if she manages to win, she will never find them," I nodded. "Here she comes," Athena shouted as she rushed towards us.

Its power pushed through the wards Athena had in place. "Looks like I got here in time," Balor shouted as he rushed towards us. He was dressed head to toe in leathers and sheather blades. His scarlet hair was pulled back, and his hands were ringless except for one ring that stayed on his pinky. It was a wolf that wrapped around his finger, its eyes glowing a bright blue. "The girls?" I asked. "Safe, if she manages to win, she will never find them," I nodded. "Here she comes," Athena shouted as she rushed towards us.

But he had hurt me when he put me in that terrible situation, and I wanted him to know just how shitty that felt before I forgave him. "Will he be back?" I muttered. I could feel Balor's eyes on me as he stood by his kitchen island, making himself a coffee. "Do you want him to come back?" He asked; I scoffed, shaking my head as I turned to look at him. He looked as well put together as he always did, with the crisp suit, perfectly styled hair, and ringed finger, a man of power. The look of a male with no worries or troubles to the untrained eye, at least. But it was the dullness of his sapphire eyes that told me he wasn't entirely himself.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

Balizer said again, his throaty voice rising, and then gasps and whispers in the crowd grew louder. I just stood speechlessly and watched… and then I found reason in Balizer’s statement. I could see why he would make such a statement. He was threateningly taller than the Prince and much more muscular and even though Prince Landon was fit himself, one could see a clear contrast between them as they both stood before one another. Balizer was a machine of muscle— a beast, and with the way he held the handle of his heavy blade, you could see that he uses his muscles well.

It had a polished and shiny white blade, with a few mysterious inscriptions carved onto it. “That’s the Barelit Sword.” “Although Bareilly is only at the Petit Celestial Rank’s peak, his self-made Sword Path, the Absolute Sword Art, is terrifying. His combat power is insane when his Absolute Sword Art is combined with the Barelit Sword.” “He can even kill a powerhouse at the Great Celestial Rank’s late stage with just one blow.” “That being said, he’d be completely drained of his energy with just one blow and become vulnerable.” “One blow should be more than enough.”

It was an unknown number. "Hello?" I said after I had answered. "Tony Caraballo." The person said with a hint of mischief and immediately I knew who it was. Brian Cage, my worst enemy and the only human that I was bound to murder in the future. I thought I had gotten rid of him after I beat him up in a match but it seems like the idiot never learned. "Brian! What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Why so rude, Ballo? I only called to say hi to an old friend and let you know I am back in town."

Just said, flatly, “Claiming my Absolute. That’s what.” Maerwynn let out a short, bitter laugh—hysterical and hollow. “You are such a fucking prick. How do I know you won’t hand her back to Kyante the moment it suits you? Huh?” Something shifted in Baelorin’s expression—just a flicker. A tightening of his brow. Almost... hurt. So maybe the bastard does feel things after all. “Choose another Absolute,” I growled. “Edina goes nowhere.” Baelorin sighed, finally pulling his hands from his pockets, as if bored of holding back.