Gandalf Novels & Stories

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

Only the elders and the Fairy King were able to match his gaze. “Mane Harbinger. We meet again.” Fairy King Haaland looked at the young boy who had entered the hall with a strange expression on his face. The first time Mane came here, he had done so by marking Hildegarde. How was he able to do so this time?

With my heart pounding in my throat, I peer over Bethany's head to see an older man with walls of light at each side of him. "Grandpa," Asad calls and we all stare at the most powerful Mort in existence. Galavano Mort, the powerful one who dared to build a magical Island that no one, not even the Liminal Order knows how to get to.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

"Be my guest." The truth hurt. Blood magic and essence magic didn't mix and Curzon knew it. He looked ready to tear her from the horse and let it trample her, but a horn sounded, taking his attention. His men surrounded Violet and Curzon, raising swords and spears. The air turned damp and heavy; clouds settled into the treetops. A charge sounded as riders clad in black and gold appeared with a tall elf on a spotted horse leading them. Violet couldn't take her eyes off him. His white hair hung long past his shoulders and a gold crown sat on his brow. His amber eyes carried spun gold inside as if the sun had settled within his gaze for a moment.

Ni walked towards him and stared at us in turns. “Nos, you can say that he is the sacred gazelle of Elden Wood, our spiritual guardian. He helped us maintain our clear mind. He is the one you are looking for if you were in your lowest state.” She paused a moment and sighed.

I state clearly stating that his precedes here weren’t appreciated but he doesn’t seem to get the news. He remained mute leaning back, not seeming like he was about to go anytime soon. “What do you want?” I asked irritatingly. He smiles his green eyes glittering, “You’re beautiful”” he says instead cutting me off guard. “You’re Lyra Skye? The wolf he got married to” he states yet again alarmed at how much he knew. Who was this guy? “I’m Xavier Blackwood” he responds. I read through his mind but could only get the fact that he wanted to know me out from him. He seems to know how to shield his thoughts.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

Gasping for breath, he stumbled backward, his eyes locked onto the lycan. Gandalf's sinister smile only grew wider as he taunted Viggo. "You cannot escape your fate, Viggo. Just like your father, you will meet your end by my hands," he hissed, his voice laced with malevolence. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, a reminder of the deep seated grudge that fueled Gandalf's actions.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.