Garroth Minecraft Diaries Novels & Stories

He handed the small liquid bottle over to the hooded man. The hooded man gripped the bottle tightly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desperation and malice. "Are you sure this will make him go all out?" he whispered fiercely, staring at the clear fluid. "This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us."

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Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

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

Whoosh! A gust of wind blew through, forcing open an already loose window. The curtains danced with filthy, stained sheets. Thud. A diary fell to the ground. Marcus opened to the first page and began reading. June 10th, 2013 On my way home today, I was stopped by someone claiming to be my brother—Garrett Blackwood. He apologized to me, saying that during the pack conflicts ten years ago, he failed to protect me, allowing an enemy pack to kidnap me.

I had to know what this journal contained. I heard the rapid, heavy footsteps of Garth returning outside the tent flap. I had seconds. I quickly snatched the journal and the silver object, dropping them both into the deep pocket of my tunic. I forced the key back out of the lock, slammed the lid down, and kicked the chest back under the shelf with one swift movement. I was standing, straightening my tunic, when Garth appeared. "Luna, I'm sorry, they were restocking the cook tent. I only found this one—" He held out a small, copper tin of common tea leaves.

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 key opens a secret door in the basement which depends on you; are you going to allow humans to enter? The diary, you need it to trace the day, month or year, it is a mysterious diary only given to generations. There is a bunch of it in the secret door. They’ll appear to you if you plan to have a family. Lastly this pocket watch, it will let you travel anytime. Literally, any TIME. Sam we’re immortals... There are a few of us living in this planet. At his first day during 1940, he noticed that the fields were no longer emerald. Houses and establishments were built all over.