Blacksmith Flatter Novels & Stories

“I can work on any kind of manual labor.” The man looked at him from head to toe, assessing his form. He then nodded. “You’re in luck. The blacksmith has been looking for a replacement for his striker.” He turned away from them and waved at the guard atop the tower. “Come,” he beckoned them. “I will have you settled inside.” “Thank you,” Archibald said. “This is a huge help.” “We can’t thank you enough,” Selene added. The man sent out a humorless laugh, like an obligatory ha-ha. “Oh, and one thing,” he turned back on them. “Don’t mind the rumors flying around. The people are just bored out of their mind.”

“I’m not entertaining this discussion further!” Drefan hums a laugh through his crooked nose. “Oh, my dear minx. I know flattery will never win you over, for you’re far too wild for that,” he purrs, far too excitedly for my taste. “And might I add, that’s exactly how I prefer it.” His mischievous sneer grows. He’s quite the bold, cocky bat today. “Oh, just scram! And while you’re at it, fuck yourself, you clearly need it,” I cackle defiantly.

To show them women can be tamed and bought like livestock. Slade leaned in. His breath smelled like port and malice. “Smile pretty,” he whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear with a gentleness that made her skin crawl. “They’re calling you the Fireflower. Isn’t that poetic?" She did smile, wide, sweet and laced with hidden malice. Inside, she was ice. She would take revenge on the sadistic bastard even if it killed her, enough was enough.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Then you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. People exaggerate. I’m not as cool as I sound in their stories.” “That’s false,” he said immediately. “Because now that I’ve seen you in real life? You’re even cooler than the way they described you.” I blinked. Okay, that one hit different. Was he just a good flirt or...? “You’re such a shameless liar,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He chuckled. “Maybe. But I only lie when I want to sound humble.” I hate that I laughed. And damn it—I did. We kept talking. I cracked some sarcastic line, he gave me one of those stupid charming smirks that would make a nun rethink her vows. The way he threw little com

[System Message: You have watched Old Copper's display of the hammering technique ] [Due to your affinity for blacksmithing from the 'Crafting Master' Class, you have learned the skill ].

he asked without looking Amber in the eye. "Of course to learn from him. He's the best jewelry designer in the world. A caveman like you must not know.” Ignoring the woman's muttering, Mister Cold said, “Stop chasing that man. He wouldn't want to teach a stupid girl like you." "No, he would. My friend said that Adam Smith was a kind man. He’s friendly to everyone. Even though in the last two years, he has covered himself from the world, I'm sure he's still willing to help me,” Amber explained confidently. She already forgot that the man in front of her was a “cannibal”.

Hrodgar’s smile was beatific. Kemp and Kenward walked through the city and towards the industrial side of town where the loud metal smiths and smelly tanners worked. They found one of the larger blacksmiths that had been recommended to them and owned by a man called Farsh. He was not the Master Smith but well respected. Farsh wore a thick leather apron covered in burn spots. A tunic of the same thick leather covered his torso and left his huge arms bare. His arms were enormous, as with most men in that trade, and the arms were also covered in thick, matted hair, much like those of some type of large apes seen in travelling side shows.

"I hate the Hawk." "Why?" Adrienne asked indignantly. "He's a fool. He fails to cede appropriate due to your beauty, Beauty." "To my what?" The least important thing about her. The smithy flashed a blinding smile. "He seeks but to spread them, to slip between your thighs, but those love-slick dewy petals I would immortalize." Adrienne stiffened. "That's very poetic, but there's no need to be rude, Adam. And you don't even know me."

Flouting the rules, testing the limits of politeness Austin thought he was better than all the leaders around him. “Gods child you must have headache with the weight of that thing!” the fat jowls of Alpha Frank exclaimed, a trembling smile appeared on my face as I leaned forward for him to examine it with his meaty fingers. “Made with your gold Alpha Frank,” Austin replied, “the finest quality as usual,” he added, layering the flattery.

I knew if a dodged it things would get more complicated; so as per usual when the younger warriors were training I waited as Liam came charging forward before he knocked me down. Liam had learned years ago if he told the instructors that we had a agreement that he could “attack” me randomly to keep his skills up that they would allow this bull, only one instructor ever stopped to ask me if it was okay with me seeming suspicious of the arrangement but I had said it was fine because at that point I was used to it. I landed on my back with a hard thud, he growled in my ear before prancing back to the other warriors to continue normal training. Liam was attempting to show that although years you