Supernatural Balthazar Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, instead of discussing his help, he immediately grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s fix the deal together! I know how to make him deflect his mind.” Then, along with his confident steps, I joined as my feet stepped next to his. In a few seconds, Bastian and I were back at the party and caught Xavier joking with Selena. “Excuse me, Alpha Xavier. Can we talk privately, along with Luna Margareth?” Bastian’s voice interrupted their sweet moment instantly. Xavier with his cold stare certainly looked at him in an unfriendly way. “All right. We can go upstairs, to my working room.” Xavier agreed as he united his fingers with Selena’s.

Of course. He stops at a hallway. “Wait here. The Sovereign sees who he wishes and when he's done out there, he'll come meet you. Speak when spoken to. Do not lie. He’ll know.” I nod. He leaves. I press my back against the wall, heart racing. Balthazar’s real. And he’s worse than we imagined. Charismatic. Calm. Cruel. And gifted. He doesn’t want to tear down the system. He wants to replace it—with blood and bone and obedience that looks like freedom.

Bazel yelled and threw a lightning bolt at Metatron but an orange light shield was formed in front of Metatron which disarmed the lightening Bazel looked to his left and saw a body on the ground; the body of Uzor. He stretched his hand towards corpse and a white lightening envelopes the body sending charges into it as it levitates and bringing the corpse back to life but this time Uzor was under the control of Bazel as his eyes gave off white sparks of electricity

Perhaps that made a difference. His piercing dark eyes glowed with a hint of yellow as they peered through the open window. Her long, firelight curls fell softly over her shoulders as she stoked the logs in the fireplace to rejuvenate the fire that was threatening to abandon them to the night air. He closed his eyes while remembering their embraces in the future, then scoffed at his own display of weakness. He knew full well about the powers the enchantress’ bloodline possessed. Even so, he was surprised that he, Balthazar’s superior soldier, could be affected by anything an enchantress might have to offer. He was no mere human. He wasn’t even the average demon. He was a soldier of the highe

They even joined forces to perform rituals, their magic entwining and intertwining in a beautiful display of unity and strength. I watch as during this time, many other species seem to be created through these rituals. Some I prayed were no longer walking this earth as they seemed truly terrifying and some, I had been told, were created by the gods and goddesses. But alas, all good things must come to an end. In a fit of uncontrollable anger and resentment, Balthazar discovers that the woman he is bonded with is carrying the child of another powerful coven leader. Consumed by bitterness and fury, he brutally ends her life in an instant, sending her severed head and that of the unborn foetus

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."

I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me. "Thanks for the blessing. Psychopath." I spoke softly. The bell above the front door rang. "Mark! We got a job!" My new apprentice shouted from outside. "They pulled an unidentified body out of the Hillsbalt River! It's been in the water so long that it's falling apart! The police want you to stitch it back together!" "Charge extra! Water damage costs double!" I shouted back. Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside.

Their assumption, I am the killer. I went to bed tired and exhausted. I clearly remember biding them good night after the marvelous dinner we enjoyed. Alpha Balthazar had advised me to go to bed early, seeing my coronation as Luna of Balthazar was tomorrow at first light, following his early retirement. Papa was convinced I was ready to take the reigns and lead my people. And my mating ceremony was much later in the day. The last thing I remember was falling asleep on my bed. So how did I wake up here, like this, with a bloodied gown and a dagger in my hand?

"And me too? Was this our agreement? You killed me I made me your revenant, is that not enough!?" "Not enough Sheila" he shook his head. "I need immortality and your children are the Ingredients I need so.." "Not my daughter!" Balqis yelled and ran to Kieran, so the gun would slip out of her hand. But accidentally, Keiran's finger pulled the trigger and the bullet's aim was direct — Balqis's heart. Immediately the sound was reported, everything was at a standstill. Adonai was frozen in his place, Sheila, Nirvana, Elon, Onika, and Keiran himself.

He gave me a full smile revealing his perfectly white teeth, his canines sharp. "Yes and no." "What does that even mean." I quizzed, giving an awkward laugh as we headed out into the hallway. Balthazar walked through the halls leading the way as if he had been here a thousand times. He, indeed, was quick at learning everything. "It means that I am a deity, but I also have a form too. While the other deities can create life and give them magic, they are never able to shift. But for me to create demons, I had to become one. That's why I'm so much stronger than my siblings or any of the other gods and goddesses. I thrive off of two kinds of power, one coming from magic and the other, well, you