Gandalf Novels & Stories

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

I stammered, my heart jackhammering away. "Getting a better look," he said with an impish grin and I felt my face and ears flush completely. Was he going to kiss me again? "Are you gay?" I asked as I averted my gaze from his captivating grey. "Not telling," he whispered and backed away from me. "I don't mind starting as friends though. I'm Higan." He stretched a hand out to me and I stared at it for a while. He gave his hand a shake to remind me that he was waiting and I took his hand before shaking it briefly.

Vine ordered but Vane growled. “He is not wild, he is cute.” “There is no correlation!” “Then I will domesticate him then.” Vane replied. “Shall we?” Vine sighed, leaving his twin and his new pet. “Of course, Cirdan replied. “Can we know your names?” Vine asked, Cirdan tensed. “My name is Cirdan, son of Ared. The prime minister for the folks.” “And your mate?” Vine asked, turning to look at me.

Finally, he chose: “I chose… the right one.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Haldir turned the card. The bear's jaw went down: “There is no way. I was sure, that that card was at the bottom of the deck.” “We reshuffled, remember.” “True, but…” “I have to ask. How many wives do you have?” “Three.” “What does that have to do with Ghidni?” “A lot. How many sisters do you have?” “Three.” “I know, why you chose Ghidni.”

I heard our King Aldrich words, hearing which Gandalf freely nodded his head where he was wearing his giant golden and blue emblazed turban with long peacock feather on it corner “I regret my incompetency in serving you my King, I tried all my powers to make him submit but I am unable to, he is not like other dragon man that we have captured, he is one stubborn beast my king, I am doing all I could to make him submit but his spine is made of steel, even after starving him for months, slashing his skin, piercing his body, he had not anywhere close to agree to our command, we used all our brutal torture to make him speak but his thick dragon soul is helping him

The flute's melody guided my steps, leading me deeper into a realm of mystery and wonder, where each breath held the promise of new enchantments waiting to be unveiled. As I ventured deeper into the mist-kissed realm, my senses remained attuned to every nuance of this enchanting world. It was then, through the delicate tracery of fog, that I glimpsed him – a figure perched on a thick branch, like a guardian of the woodland, framed by the vibrant hues of cranberry leaves. He sat with an otherworldly grace, his form seeming to meld seamlessly with the ancient tree. His features were ethereal, marked by the agelessness of the elven kind. Silvered hair cascaded in gentle waves, catching the firs

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

shouted Zach in surprise. "Calm down. They are our allies. Prince Zacharia Barnabas, this man is Ruven Omanelis, The Elf King. And, this man is Benji, one of the Dwarf Leader. Meanwhile, that woman was a healer that King Ruven had specially brought to help with this border. Her name is Lily," explained Edmund.

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

Gerald couldn’t even begin fathoming how truly powerful the Grim Phantom was! After doing his best to shake some of the fear off, Gerald cleared his throat before respectfully saying, “…Good day, sir. You see, I’m a half human and half ghost cultivator who’s come to borrow the Phangrottom Talisman in order to save all the souls in the world… The anaconda has died, you see, which means that the large entrance of the ghost world is now open…”