Garroth Minecraft Diaries Novels & Stories

Behind his throne is the entrance to Azgaroth's territory. "Grant me access to behind your throne, Grothok," I said through gritted teeth as I swallowed the growing pain inside of me. I managed to rise back to my feet, lifting my gaze from the skull filled ground of the coven to meet his red eyes that were prominent despite the long distance between us. "Grant me that access now or just like the others, your death will only be an addition." I said with conviction laced in my tone.

Chapter 335: The Architecture of After The rain returned on the morning of the third day, but it had lost its frantic, washing quality. It was now a steady, rhythmic pulse that seemed to synchronize with the city’s own internal cadence. Sophia stood in the doorway of the Archive, watching the water cascade from the rusted gutters of the old library. The "Inventory of Echoes" had grown overnight. Boxes of salvaged memories sat on the floor, waiting to be cataloged. But today, the atmosphere had shifted. It wasn't about the past anymore; it was about the transition. People were bringing in items that bridged the gap—solar-powered lanterns modified with hand-crank backups, hand-drawn maps of th

"Also, nature mysticism is the natural nemesis of witchcraft!" The crowd gasped in awe. "This kid actually knows the lost art of Ethereal Heights' nature mysticism!" Frederick approached Garo calmly, and demanded, "If you want to live, spill all the secrets of the Gallaghers’ plot." Looking hideous, Garo cursed, "Damn it! When did I say I lost? I haven't lost yet!" He suddenly roared and spat out a mouthful of blood, then plucked out one of his own eyeballs and crushed it in his palm.

“Stronger fabric.” He collapsed back after the effort, his eyes rolling back in his head. Tess took the shirt. It smelled of him pine, blood, and power. She began to tear it into long strips. She was setting Ethan’s bone when Gareth and Fred returned. Fred carried an armful of dry, brittle fungus that would serve as kindling. Gareth’s face was grave. “The tunnel goes deep. There is a pool. The water is clean. But…” He hesitated. “There are bones there. Old bones. And symbols carved on the walls. Wolf symbols. And… other things.”

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

Gavin was off to the side flipping through a dusty book of old wolf totems when I saw it. My gaze landed on a small wooden chest. It was tucked behind a fallen box of training manuals. Unmarked, old, and carved into the front, barely visible beneath the dust, was a crescent moon etched into the wood. It looked more decorative than symbolic but it still made my fingers pause. The lock wasn’t sealed. It broke open too easily, with just the pressure of my thumb. That’s what unsettled me first. Someone wanted this found. Inside, folded between sheets of velvet and old perfume papers, was a diary.

Our bodies fit so perfectly together. “I trust you… I know that no matter what, I can always stop you… That no means something.” I glance away, sudden emotion catching my throat when on this topic and gaze at the wall of books and memorabilia I have been filling my shelves with lately. A mini fluffy Unicorn Arrick brought home for me is sitting on the coffee table watching us.

"I did notice that the dragon seemed to do better when you were around." "What do you mean?" "Well, you've been out for almost a week." "A whole week!" Ale sat up in alarm. "I'll miss the staff buyer." "Relax, little one," Garth said. "I found the staves near where I found you. Since you were unconscious, I met with your buyer, explained the situation and even got a few extra sympathy coppers because you were feeling ill." Garth reached down, pulled her coin purse out of his bag and set it down on the bed next to her. It was considerably fuller than when she had last seen it.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

But he couldn't, both because this was a good chance to get out and shake hands but also because Scarlett and the others wouldn't let him. They hadn't pressed him for more information once he'd said things were over with his mystery girlfriend. Scarlett had dropped a few hints about this other woman she wanted to introduce to him, but he'd hopefully put her off that. Garth just wasn't ready to consider anyone else. He finished dressing in a maroon flannel, jeans and his worn boots. No sense in dressing up when he'd likely end up over at the kid's crafting station. That meant paint, glue and glitter.