Fantasy Shopkeeper Novels & Stories

Jess gushed. They sat down at a coffee table shaped like a coffin. It even had a body under the glass case—presumably, a dummy. With a striped red and black jumper, Jess guessed it was made up to look like Freddy Kruger. "Your house is awesome," Jess said, taking in his collection of macabre and wonderful ornaments. It was everything Damien wanted his room to be, dark, magical, and stylish. On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Paige then quickly said to her, "See that store on the corner over there, that's my mom's store, so if you want I could better explain to you later when we will be settled. And oherwise to give you a quick answer to your question there are 10 levels in all, but those with a potential of level 8 and 9 are almost non-existent, and on Astoria there is no mage with a potential of level 10." Cassy was starting to get sweaty hands now that she knew she was arriving at her mother's store, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so to calm down she remembered that she could always use her white flame to help her mother with the magic herbs in her store, and then she felt Paige squeeze her hand

Aurel's footsteps drew closer, his analytical hunger warring with something that looked almost like belonging. The first shop sold enchanted fabrics that shifted color with the wearer's mood, that adjusted temperature to the weather, that repaired themselves when torn. Dahlia bought seven lengths, her fingers trembling as she pressed her crystal payment chip against the reader, her eyes glowing with a joy that looked almost foreign on her carefully constructed face. "The next," she announced, already pulling me toward a display of memory crystals that pulsed with internal light. "And the next. And the next."

"Who are you? Are you another Architect?" "I am the 'Trash-Collector' of the Multiverse," the Merchant said, offering a slight, ironic bow. "I deal in the things the Architects 'Recycle' and the Users 'Mod out'. I deal in the 'Shards' of the stories that were too 'Broken' to be profitable." He opened his briefcase.

“You can only be arrogant for a few more breaths at most. “There are Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivators our Lianyue Cloth Shop, and there are more than one of them. “Let's see what you'll do then!” Thinking of this, the shopkeeper came over with a smile and said as he walked, "Master, you look unfamiliar. Is there anything I can do for you?" "You don't want to get out?" Caspian looked at the shopkeeper with a faint smile. Suddenly, his face darkened. "Then die!" After that, a flash of lightning shot out from his mouth. The shopkeeper did not expect Caspian to fall out with him so easily.

she said, pointing towards an adventurer who was conducting a transaction with a shop attendant. "Most adventurers get drawn in when they enter this shop because it offers a wide variety of high-quality weapons and magical equipment. Sometimes, without realizing it, adventurers end up spending their money to get weapons or magical items from here. Weapons and magical equipment are crucial for adventurers, and they're willing to pay any price to become stronger."

yeah, alright, let’s keep it moving. I gave the bare minimum of a smile. “Palace stock, we need it restocked. Heavy on the reds, some whites, anything strong enough for warriors with more scars than manners. Bring samples.” The shopkeeper scampered off, a streak of nerves and flour dust. Silence settled in. Dante leaned back against a barrel, arms folded, staring at me like he was trying to read my mind. “You’re different out here.” Eyebrow up. “Different how?”

Now he could use them as an excuse to speak to whoever was inside. Upon entering the shop Mane realised that his hunch was correct. The shop was much bigger inside than it appeared outside. There were several items on display; from bracelets to daggers; from rings to swords; from helmets to axes. The shop had everything, with the weakest item being a Middle Class ring! Mane walked to the counter, whilst avoiding the wealthy looking patronisers. The person he sought was behind the counter. Though this person had their back to him, Mane knew that this was the person he was looking for. "Hello," Tucker greeted politely when he got to the counter. Mane was certain that this person could sense th

Previously, they had been envious of seeing a cultivator as young as Zhou Fu already possessing quite a lot of treasures. “Young Master, these are bonuses for Young Master. Ah, thanks to this, I can go home faster than I expected,” said the shop owner with a happy face. In order to pay for his joy, the shop owner gave him a stack of strange Talismans that he never sold because no one knew what the Talismans were used for.