Bain Hobbit Novels & Stories

Why does it feel like they are speaking in parables and riddles meant to keep me in the dark, circling around truths I am not supposed to understand yet? My mind races with these questions, each one pulling at my already frayed nerves and making my small body feel even smaller in this vast, intimidating space. I can feel the cold sweat forming on my palms and the hunger gnawing at my insides. “It wasn't. Nothing will be traced back to you, boss.” Jacquard assures him, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of tension that I can sense in the way his fingers tighten slightly around my hand. “Have him bathed, clothed and fed well. Then send him up to his room for now.” Bambam says as he

I finally finish at 11 and greet todd before leaving. I move towards the black, rusty and old Harley Davidson bike and start to drive home. I can't wait to see Bilbo, the last time I saw him was this afternoon when I picked him up after school. After 5 minutes I pull up to the house. The only house I could afford was an small, old-ish, wooden house right at the end of the town. The house was very close to the forest, but it didn't bother me, since I loved to run in the forest. I walk up the stairs and unlock the door. Just as I finish unlocking it. Bilbo pulls the door open and jumps into my arms. I stumble back a bit, but stabilize myself and hug his small frame back. Noah is only 6 now, ye

It was as if she had a needle stab right through her. She was face to face with the man that chased her all the way from the alley. He looked disgusting under the yellow light. Willow assumed his teeth were a dark shade of yellow but under the light they looked brown with spots of black. His black eyes narrowed ,as he squinted at her . His long beard and dirty brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He looked as if he was a washed up pirate and this made Willow shiver. The only things he missed was an eye patch and a wooden stump for a leg.

His voice was like scraping knives Disregarding the skin desperately in need of moisturizer, I instantly hated Dumah. “He isn't Miss Manners either,” I scoffed. “So what are you? A Nazgul? Is Samael Sauron and I some wayward hobbit?” Dumah wheezed with laughter. “ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?”

I asked like a child asking their parents if they could have a new toy and he chuckled in response. “I have an idea,” he looked away from me and to the ground beside him before he said “Hex,” and a short man appeared out of thin air beside him. I jumped backward on my bed and pushed myself against the wall. How the fuck?! “This is my minion,” he said and the small demon beside him bowed to me without speaking. Damien turned to him and said, “I want you to see if she has the same gift as you to read minds.”

Whoever owns their heart will own them forever. They have different races as humans. The Dalaketnon's, Tamawo's, Fairies or Diwata, Agta, and a lot more. Ibrahil is a Dalaketnon. They reside in the forest but the Dalakit tree or humans called it as Balete tree is their passage to the human world. "You might be hungry, maybe it will be better if we eat first," he told Andrea as he grasp her hand. She just nod for assurance. She still looks confused.

"On the outside, not much to look at. They aren't buildings in the typical sense. They're large mounds of earth. But when you enter...it's like being in a whole city underground. Sithens are living representations of wild Magick. Rooms change, hallways take you to endless places, there are gardens and whole biomes." The carriage slowed to a stop, and Bailey pressed to the carriage door. Gemma was right. They were outside a huge mound of earth that wouldn't be out of place in a fairy tale. There was a large round door set into the side of the hill. "Very Hobbit-chic." The door to the carriage opened suddenly and Bailey fell out into Tobin's arms. The heat she had felt with Beckett fanned into

she adds. Anna climbs down the tree and walks towards the boy who's still holding his strange stick, or a staff? Or is it a wand? Anna gapes at the boy again. He is wearing a long sleeved shirt all the way to his hips with pants tucked inside his boots all in the shade of brown. His outfit makes him look like one of the hobbits from the adventure movie Jo and Anna watched, except that he is not barefooted, and of course not as short. But he is definitely good looking. Anna smirks a little.

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

Noah turns and looks at Lexon's unimpressed expression. "Come on, you know, the one dude in The Hobbit? I can't remember if that was your cousin. Or your brother?... Damn, all we need now is Gandalf and we're all set! Ha!" Noah said, loud enough for everyone to hear them in the main entrance, and all the rooms surrounding it. He had a bright, excited expression on his face as he turned and looked at everyone. Lexon groaned while the other vampires looked at Noah as if he lost his mind.