Gandalf Novels & Stories

Then there were the two goblins and a bodach, sitting at the table nearby. A bodach is a nasty male fairy whose pastimes include stealing human children. This particular one was old-man-thin with sagging, jaundiced skin and bulging, cloudy, blue eyes. Eyes which he set on us with shocked glee. Conri started to growl and stepped forward while Tiernan pulled his sword, but I went between them, held up a hand, and blew harshly across my fingertips.

He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.” I nodded and wondered if he was just being polite. It wasn’t long before a very tall and muscular middle-aged man entered the room. I could instantly sense he had a superior presence and was likely someone high up in the pack. He sat down across from me at a table and made himself comfortable, making me believe this was not too uncommon an occurrence. “Hello, I’m the beta of the pack. And you are?” He looked at me, squinting his eyes. “Talia,” I replied, studying him. He had a friendly face, with kind eyes, a scruffy beard, and a pleasant scent. But the way he spoke, he was all business.

No amount of light magic could sustain the great Ygdrasil. Gukasho, whose head was now fully attached to his neck, opened his fist-sized eyes. He dared not look at his master, but the ancient goblin could not help but gulp audibly. After all, his master was already using the name of the grand duchess—Lady Maleficent’s deceased mother.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

There is something which he is hiding far in the deep sea-green ocean which are his eyeballs, something which he wants to bring to surface but afraid to. "A-are you as pure as the signification of you name?" I tease him, sticking my tongue out. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Your name means 'holy man' in Turkish, right?" I bite on my lips, wrapping my hands around his neck. "So, are you one?" He nods slightly, not very convincing. But then he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "No matter what, I will be your holy man." He says softly, tucking the strand behind my ear.

When John asked the question he didn't hesitate to introduce himself-" Hello, I am Jordan Malfoy. King of Paradise of Doom. You are standing in..." Priam cut him off by saying with his emotionless expression-" Elfland!!!" John's eyes widen in shock as we looked in at Priam with the same expression. John asked-" What?" Praim replied keeping up with his cold face-" Yes and this is a Grey Elf"

The ground kept trembling and I looked up, searching for the reason behind this strange earthquake. The last portal flashed in the distance, Selmor accompanied by an elder man with a grey beard appeared, he was strapped down to him by a leash. The man must be the druid by the name of Grendal. Before the portal zapped closed, two giant creatures nudged their way through the magical gateway.

My father asked a beta and she nodded at my father direction. "Mr. Greyson and Ms. Greyson such an pleasure to meet you again." Amelia Millar and his son, the alpha of Nebula tribe walked towards us, there hands were jointed with each other. Mrs. Millar smiled and acted like I didn't pushed her out of my home the last time I met her and her smile reached her both eyes. My eyes drifted to his son, Eric Millar the fake alpha who sat on his brother's position he was wearing a formal attire black tuxedo. After a while of talking.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

The head of the dragon lowered towards the Prince and he placed his hand to pat the dragon’s head. The two climbed up the dragon’s long neck and held tight. Prince Gram signaled the dragon and it started to flap its wings. They flew up towards the top of the Tree of Life. “So you’re the son of the Elven King?” the maester asked. “Yes. I am half Elven and half fairy.” Gram replied. His golden hair waved as the wind blew towards it. “May I ask how old are you, my prince?” “I have lived 240 years of age.”