Supernatural Balthazar Novels & Stories

She hadn’t given the common Supernaturals a taste of what she had put their leaders through. She levitated off her throne steps and she didn’t need to make a massive energy ball. She’d just push them back a little. Give them a little scare. “Dragnalia!” Dilia screamed. “Hale!” Snow barked. “Barriers now!” they both said. There were urgent orders and there was a barrier team all of them raising up barriers. Multiple barriers were raised and Tresicta just laughed which just sounded like a screech.

Lilith's POV As I walked out of Bastian's house, tears streamed down my face. I was hurt and angry at his stubborn, old ways. I understand he’s trying to protect me, I really do, but I can’t help how much I want him. Who wouldn’t want a man like Bastian Lockhart, CEO of S-Electronics, the best phone company in New York City? Bastian is the kind of man that looks at you and just makes you weak in your knees.

“Brother, an ability rarity on a scale of 1 to a million Spirit Beast births, would you think that the omen that Heavenly Eyes Haku gave off was merely a sign of the existence of a friend?! You have underestimated the majestic Heavenly Eyes phenomenon!” Bao Yin was silent for a moment as he absorbed his brother's words. What Bao Yun said sounded quite reasonable after Bao Yin did some reflection. “That boy…?” Bao Yin's sentence was cut off because he was having a hard time getting his head around. “Brother, who is that brat really?” Bao Yun didn't respond to his sister's question, he seemed to take out something from within his spatial ring, which was a book and writing utensil. Bao Yun jump

Doesn't this have to do with Baltazar and his friends? - Well, he scared me. I don't like being grabbed. - Oh gods, is he like that? - I don't know what you mean by that, but I don't want to have to fight him. - You? Fight with Baltazar? Are you Clark Kant or something? Baltazar is a criminal. he uses his MC to sell drugs. He is an experienced fighter. I forbid him from coming here, because every time he comes, he leaves the bar in ruins.

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

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

Without another word, Santana hesitantly takes the menu and walks away. Slumping back in his seat, Hunter crosses his arms in front of his chest and mutters, “You lucky bastard.” I roll my eyes in response. The boy needs to learn how to be a graceful loser. Leaning over the scarred laminate table, I push my cup away. “We need to regroup and talk to Priest. Christoph and Kazik will not get away with what they’ve done. It would be a disaster of epic proportions to lose them now, considering all of the confidential information they have on the Confradia. We need to find out who betrayed the Confradia before it’s too late.”

"Today is your lucky day because I won't kill, that's why I turn your babies to statues, and do you know the worst thing? They can feel and hear everything going on around them including hearing this conversation, but you can't feed statues and they will die, slowly. Go and tell the person that sent you this; just because he thinks my father and I aren't in good terms does not mean I will stand still and watch harm befall him or his wife or my step-brother. I don't normally do this but tell your sender that I am giving him a second chance and if he dares to repeat this mistake again, he won't live to see who sits on his throne, do I make myself clear?" "Yes Ruthless." "Ah that reminds me, I

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

“We have people whose only job is to keep us clean and protected, right? So how come we have demonic attachments?” “What d’you mean?” Isaac asked from behind the camera. “I know I got rid of a dark attachment down there. And it was demonic. If it’s still there, it ain’t no scavenger or parasite or whatever they call it.” “Whoa, whoa! Are you saying—?” “That’s what’s in the basement, bro: a beep -ing demon.” He sat up and turned to Isaac and the camera again, stretching out his hand as to show something to his friend. “We’re supposed to be protected, right?”