Garroth Minecraft Diaries Novels & Stories

He took two fast strides toward me, his hands reaching out, hovering over my shoulders as if afraid to touch me. "Hart," he rasped, his voice trembling with a terrifying, raw panic. "Are you hit? Did they touch you?" "I'm fine," I choked out, leaning heavily against the steel table, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I'm okay, Kael. Look." I pointed toward the shattered metal hatch behind the boiler. Miller’s crowbar had pried open the outer iron seal, revealing a shallow, bricked-up wall compartment that Graves had used to hide his private archives.

MAYALINA May 14th 2018 I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.

I hang in the air for a moment before dropping to the ground. “Stupid fucking bastard,” Garth says as he rams the iron-tipped toe of his boot into my shoulder. All I can do is grunt. He kicks me in the head and then straddles me. I open the one eye I can and see the muzzle of his rifle. “You thought you could kill me?” His laughter warbles around me as blackness fills my field of vision. “I guess I was wrong. I’ll have to splatter your brains all over this pretty carpet instead.” He cocks the rifle, and I close my eye. ***

Chapter 018 Granthar: Hugh gazed out over the vast expanse of Granthar before him. A sturdy fortress stood in the middle of the vast meadow, surrounded by dense forests that seemed to want to hide all the secrets within. A cold breeze blew, carrying the characteristic scent of damp earth, signaling that the rainy season was near. In the distance, the mountain range marked the natural border of the kingdom, giving off a profound sense of solitude.

His gaze locked onto the guards, and without a word, he pushed forward, his determination evident in every stride. The guards hesitated for a moment before recognizing the man standing before them. They parted without a word, allowing Big Shark to enter the mansion unimpeded. The grand foyer greeted him with opulent furnishings and the hushed Majeed's loyal servants. This was a world he had once been a part of, and he intended to reclaim his place within it.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

The small male reaches into his coat and takes out a pair of classes. Those glasses are dirt so he takes a middle and pointer finger to rub away some of the dirt but the visionary becomes worse, even so, he looks back at Garth and smiles while giving thumbs up. “Two minutes.” Garth nods at him and looks over to the other two pirates. He raises two fingers up to them. Salavanta looks down and swears under her breath. Gardax looks over at her. “What's wrong?” the captain looks up at the first mate and shakes her head. “We may not have two minutes.” She says while listening to the speech outside through the walls. The grand opening seems to be winding down. Gardax also listens and stares over a

Thaddeus says. I join them at the window, staring at the walking corpses below. “Oh hell, no. Uh-uh,” Thaddeus grunts. “I’m way too sober for this shit.” “I agree,” I say. “There should be whiskey behind the bar.” I turn to Jaeger. “Fetch Deimos’s diaries.” He frowns at me and fearfully looks at the door. “You want me to leave? Go out there?”

The surface showed a pale disk floating, in black, four smudged haloes like thumbprints pressed into a god’s cheek. “It’s a message,” Luther said. “It’s a threat.” “Both.” “Salt,” I said. We poured. The mirror cracked itself back into water. Day returned to the mouth, as if deciding we were still worth lighting. I sealed the plates and shoved the case into Garron’s hands. “Make the archive earn its title,” I said. “Cold room. We burn the rest.” He ran. We stood a moment longer. The muscles you use to leave a place like this aren’t the ones you fight with. Luther reached, then stopped halfway, as if the air had teeth.

Why was my love life so frustrating? "Have you noticed how the grass isn't itchy like regular grass?" I was wanting to keep topics on the tour. "The griffins who live here have an oil on their skin that coats the grass and makes it velvety. It's been like that for so long that the grass grows like that naturally now. And the color is like a turquoise mineral." I was feeling more at peace as we walked along. I turned and stretched my hands up. "Look, it's a griffin nest," I whispered. "And around the family are the flowers I mentioned. They're magnificent!"