Fantasy Shopkeeper Novels & Stories

Namjoo grinned, “I brought my friend here to shop. You aren’t trying to sell my friend a dysfunctional item today, are you?” The shopkeeper gulped when he was discovered for his stunt. He was planning on making the kid buy worthless items to suit his pockets. It was easy to fool rich kids that strived to be warriors. All he had to do was sell a useless item and tell them it had amazing qualities. Most bought into it. The only problem he had was with Namjoo.

She had seen him entering the longhouse with his master, so she knew he wouldn’t be coming home just yet. She took a jute bag and grab several handfuls of the silver dust and she dumped them inside the bag. She found a small blade on the shelf beside a vial of potion and she took it too. She was armed and ready for battle. She snuck back into the compound, concealing her stash of contraband under her skirt, but nobody paid attention to her. Everyone was in high spirits and it annoyed her the more that these stupid prisoners were rooting for their captor to win tomorrow’s fight. Did they not realize that he was going to be even more powerful and more vicious than he already was if he won?

the merchant began. The Empress raised her eyebrows and gave an impish grin. "Did you see them do it?" The old shopkeeper had never been challenged in such a way. He was used to talking up his wares without question. "Well, I, uh," he stammered. "The man I got it from swore that the Fates had made it." Giving a satisfied smile at his own answer, he went on. "It is made of only the finest metal. Sometimes when I am almost asleep, I can hear the fairy wings flapping as she makes her nightly rounds." This of course was another fabrication, but Aurora let it pass. The necklace was an exceptionally fine piece.

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

the welp demanded. "Ah, so you do know what this is," I said. "Now, as much as I would like to show here everything this book contains, we are not here to speak of the transaction history. No... What you want to know is details about this package delivered to you. From a shop called the 'Europhia Apothecary'." "I made no purchase to any apothecary, you fraudulent mutt!" the welp shouted. I rolled my eyes at him, surprised with how high his arrogance was. How fragile his pride turned out to be. "No one ever said you made the purchase. Unless if you mean to tell me you suddenly live on your own here."

Chapter 11: The Hike Shahida and I went to the nearby shop they called Fortluck. It sells magic potions, accessories they believe could alter their future, and services like foreseeing. The owner lends his bathroom for Shahida to get dressed and fix herself. While in the living room that connects his sacred place where he does his service, he offers me tea he made personally. According to him, it's tea that puts your mind at ease. “Thank you,” I said while smiling. I put the tea cup on the table.

Catherine came out of the hug and looked at Chloe's beautiful face. "Good to see you too," Chloe said. "Let's get inside," His aunt welcomed them inside and she asked the people to leave after putting a sign that the shop is closed for today. "Looks like your business is going fine," Marcus says. "Yes, some people come here for health issues, some for love potions and to increase their vitality in bed, and others come here to know their future," she said and led them to the living room. Like a typical mage house, there were a lot of mystic items on the shelves and the smell of sage is heavy in the room.

His cinnamon-colored eyes seemed too bright; to full of the same intelligence his wood carvings held. "I'm afraid not. It's quite fragile, and I would hate if anything happened to it without payment." The shop keeper tutted, placing a large and calloused hand under his chin. "I'll tell you what, I'll give you a fair price for it. A favor for a favor." "A favor?" I repeated slowly. 'A favor doesn't sound so bad.' Rayna murmured, 'As long as were not fighting any mythical creatures, I think we could handle it.'

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

“I’m here to meet Alexander.” The man steps back and lets them in. When she entered the dingy-looking shop, Evy was amazed to see that the interior of it was vastly different from the outside. The room was clean, with rows of shelves lined up from the walls and to the center of the room. Each one, having different objects put in: books, scrolls, and jars of unimaginable parts of creatures that Evy was sure were not normal. The middle man locked the door of the shop, before walking to the front of the counter where another door was placed. “Please wait here, I’ll call master.”