Novel & Cerita Supernatural Balthazar

"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.

What if I can't fight the urge to destroy him right then and there, while he is so open for attack? I begin to see the recognisable features forming on Sage's face, his entire body glowing with the hum of magic. He rises from all fours, standing as a man. Bear of clothing, and anything that may protect him from my sharp claws or wicked bite. Pain spreads across his face, tears touching his eyes. He knows what a horrifying nightmare this all is. "Don't Change. Kadence, you need to get to the Pantera territory,"

“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?”

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

I asked. " Power, their wolf gets stronger, they know we believe there's going to be an awakening of the Supernaturals again, and they want to have one before it happens " I was silent for a while before I finally spoke up. " Do you think Tristan knew about me? I didn't have the mark until the blood moon night" " A supernatural with a blood moon lightning is a born leader, we've never had one before and maybe that's why he kept you " " For what? Tristan is already an alpha"

Horror rooted me in place. Balthazar hadn’t just dabbled in dark magic. He was breeding something. Creating something. And then— A low growl. I froze. From the shadows, Balthazar emerged, a smirk playing across his face. “Did you find what you were looking for, Vivienne?” His voice was too calm. “I wasn't expecting you, but you're always welcome my dearest.” I backed up, my mind racing. “You—” I choked on the word. “What have you done?”

WHAT I was overshadowed everything else. Ash sighed and took a sip from his glass. "Baltazar is a good man, but he is rather superstitious." He twisted in his seat and stroked my cheek. "I will talk to him tomorrow and explain that your powers would never stand as a threat to him and his people."