روايات وقصص ضمن Gargamel

“He took the Adrium chunk that fell off that dead scavenger from yesterday.” Samuel’s eyes widened. “You mean the guy with the half-face and the extra crispy look?”, “That’s the one.” Samuel gasped “You touched dead-guy Adrium? That’s bad juju, man. That stuff’s cursed! What if the chunk remembers his trauma? What if it screams at night?” Tunde gave him a flat look. “It’s a rock, Sam”, “A rock with a past, my guy.” Abigail groaned and turned away, muttering something about idiots and early funerals.

"Now let's go get our Gamma back." We had just turned back toward the corridor when the voice came from behind me. "You're doing it again." I turned. Marcus was standing ten feet away, Greg Henderson a careful half-step behind him with the particular body language of someone prepared to move fast. The silver cuffs caught the dim light. Marcus's arms were crossed over his chest in the posture I'd seen a thousand times, the one that said I'm not impressed and I want you to know it, but the voice was wrong. The whole scene was wrong. It had that edge to it that had been appearing more frequently over the past weeks: the slightly too-flat delivery, the aggression sitting too close to the surface

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

Brand had not been given any opportunity to escape. After finishing his dinner, he had been escorted to a small hut situated by itself on the edge of the village by the giant warrior who had found him on the beach. Magnus had called it a guest house, but Brand knew what it really was – a cell. Guest rooms didn’t have guards posted in front of them or doors with locks on the outside.

Gamel, the elderly physician, stood over her, his wrinkled face etched with worry. Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by a low, guttural growl, barely audible yet bone-chilling. Gamel's heart skipped a beat. His sharp, experienced eyes darted toward the door. The sound came again, closer this time, accompanied by a faint, slithering noise that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. "No..." Gamel muttered, his voice trembling. He had heard of the formless creatures, rumors of beings born from the darkest magic, shadows given life, but he had never encountered one. Tonight, it seemed, the legends were real.

I expected him to create a scene, to tell the whole crowd about how I was just under him last night, but then he did what I did not expect at all. He smirked. A slow and cruel one. One that speaks to me that he was enjoying my fear, that he was in fact savouring it. Then lazily and somewhat deliberately, he mouthed the words, “Surprise, surprise, Mrs Moreti.”

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He would never buzz the doorbell! “Hand her over! This is the last time I’ll ask nicely!” came Alpha Ambrose’s raspy voice. I watched the Flame Hounds close in slowly. Deep red and orange flames churned in their wake as if their skin was made of molten lava. It was strange that they hadn’t burned us down already, as if they were waiting for something or someone! Until now, they had just been taunting us, teasing us, tormenting us! But why would they do it if they wanted to kill us?

Maggie said and closed the door behind her. I laid on the bed, sighing. Bringing out my phone, I dialed Ariana's number. Time to call my bestie. *** (Evening time) "Dinner's ready!" Maggie called from the kitchen. "Great, cause am already starving" Jace groaned. "You ate like 30 minutes ago." I complained. "And i'm still hungry." "Whatever." "What are we having for dinner, anyway?" Greg asked, coming inside the room. "Mashed potatoes, lasagna and..."

Sam slid onto the chair next to me as I continued to push my food around the plate. "Not really," I said. "I think this will help." Sam held out a small bottle with a vivid green liquid inside it. "What is that?" I asked, wrinkling my nose as I took the bottle. "Looks a little unappetizing." Sam chuckled. "Because it is, but one of the elders say it's supposed to calm your stomach and make feel better." "Really?" I reached over and took the bottle from Sam, before tipping back the bitter contents into my mouth.