Ghimli Novels & Stories

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

So Ezra was poisoned by someone else? Gimli shakes his head in disgust. “Nasty little waiter. I heard he was from the Southlands. Never did trust those dirty Southlanders.” I frown and bite my lower lip as we walk up the cobblestone stairs. There are so many questions that I want to ask Gimli but how am I to talk without my phone? “And here we are Luna,” Gimli beams proudly as we climb the last step and I find myself standing above ground and in the open air. I close my eyes briefly and lift my face to bathe in the soft rays of the morning light and inhale the scent of freshly cut grass.

At the center stood a young man, dusty from travel, his cloak torn and eyes bloodshot. He bowed low as Aria approached. “My name is Fenrik. I bring news from the Red Hills.” Gasps erupted across the room. “The Red Hills were destroyed during the rise of the Thirteenth,” Ressa said. “There was nothing left—no survivors.” Fenrik’s hands trembled. “That’s what we believed. But something else… something worse is happening there now.” Aria stepped closer. “Tell us everything.” “There’s a creature roaming the ashes. Not a man. Not a wolf. Something in between. Tall, covered in runes that pulse like veins. It speaks in dead tongues and walks like it’s… hunting. My people—they followed it into the c

I said a silent prayer for it and then sank my teeth into its throat, ripping its jugular and silencing it, all before it could make a sound. I said another prayer and backed away from the bleeding corpse, wanting to retch. That was probably why I didn’t hear him until it was too late. The wolf slammed into me, making me tumble down a slope. Before I could get up, the wolf was on me, it’s teeth at my neck. All I could think over the erratic pounding of my heart was ‘Well, karma’s a bitch’.

His voice was a low, deep rumble in the morning air. "I am," I said, my voice just as flat. "The black one," he said, patting the neck of the beast on his left, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bitch. Her name is Hela. She will try to kill you." I just stared at him. "The one on the right," he said, patting the other, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bastard. His name is Fenrir. He will kill you."

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

"Inject the damn code!" "I’m trying!" Pim roared back, her voice raw with terror. "But it’s fighting back. Every time I open a terminal, it locks the port. It’s learned my patterns. It knows how I think, Chalida! It’s using my own predictive models against me to keep me out of the kernel!"

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

He was right behind her, practically on her heels. Nya didn’t dare speak his name aloud for fear she’d be told that there had been a mistake and somehow Gavin had been the only sacrifice who had accidentally been eaten, or otherwise killed, by the dragon. Still, she felt the need to be honest. “The sacrifice you took from Frindom last year. His name is Gavin. Do you know him?” She didn’t turn to look over her shoulder at Slate for fear she’d fall. She’d almost reached the bottom now, and her heart was pounding in her chest as she rushed to get down to the level where all of the people were. “Do I know him?” Slate repeated, as if he wasn’t sure what she’d said. “Yes, of course I do.”