Gollum Lines Novels & Stories

I lifted his paw and pressed it against my face, rubbing it slightly up and down, as he had done to me. "Ah!" He squinted, as he very enjoyed the rub, and leaned over, pressing his face against my other cheek. "Gollum." “All right, all right, that tickles. Don't come any closer...” I pushed away his body which kept moving towards me. At this moment, the function of the mucus on his body was revealed. My fingers pressed on his body but couldn't stop him at all, he was like a dolphin, just holding his body down, 'sizzling' out of my hand, two claws around my neck.

David planned to make half of them go with Skeletor to the forest to cut trees and transport them back to their new base, while the other half would go to mine more crystals. "As a last word of advice, Golems can grow with its users through battle or by consuming resources. Make sure to make them stronger. Holy Ones." Goliath bowed slightly and guided them to the exit. But nobody noticed a tiny change that happened in the caves. It was almost imperceptible. In the last painting with the skeleton with blood wings, a snake appeared at the feet of it, soundly sleeping.

“If he’s not there, come back. We’ll see what we can do.” He smiled, nodding in her direction. “Thanks.” As he walked away, both Maddy and Gaby watched. Once he was gone, Maddy said, “That was a proper hunk of 100% grade A Werewolf.” Gaby burst out laughing, “Shh that is the Rogue Gamma.” They were laughing so hard they flipped backward off the log they were sitting on. Liam ran over and tackled them, giggling. As Gaby was tickling him mercilessly, she heard someone clear their throat. She looked up to see the Gamma towering over them smiling.

People like him… I would never forgive him! Maybe it was the fury or the stress, I could no longer hold it back as I coughed up a mouthful of blood. Zach's pupils shrank. He wiped my mouth with his sleeve, panicking. "What's wrong? What's happening to you?" At the same time, Jessica's frightened voice rang out. "Zach, I can't see! It's all dark… So dark! Zach!" She searched around blindly, grabbing Zach's arm, sobbing. "Zach, I can't let anything happen to me! Please, help me!"

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

At the same time Dracul's eyes are lifted up, gone are the molten gold of the dragon, replaced by an intense fiery red that burned with an unnatural fire. "Dracul." I call unsure of what was playing out. A low growl escapes his lips an he tugs at the chains holding him back. "Shit!" Gulliver groans. "The effects are sinking in quicker than it should, it must be blessed by moonlight." He tugs at the chains harder muttering unintelligible yet harsh sounding words. "Can you fix it?" I turn to Gulliver who has already begun setting up what resembles the prerequisite for an incantation.

Instead, she focuses on the person who has ended up standing before her bar. Have you ever dreamt of meeting a lunatic who keeps looking at you with strange eyes as if he has won the lottery? That joyous smile won’t be this scary which is adorning Uriel’s face right now. He’s imitating the very image of Gollum in ‘The Lords of the Ring’ who keeps saying ‘My precious!’ as soon as he glimpses the ring like an idiot. Although Uriel’s mouth isn’t blurting out any nonsense, there’s no definite hope that he won’t! “Finally!”

“We don’t control them. We just control the limits of the world they’re allowed to exist in.” Julian grins, slow and hungry. “And with ECHO recording every filthy second, we’ll own them long after they’re dust.” Footsteps stagger closer. Elliot emerges from the haze, shirt open, tie long gone, lipstick smudged across his throat like a signature. The redhead from earlier clings to his arm, glassy-eyed and giggling. He looks like a king in his own padded cell. “Gentlemen,” he slurs, grinning. “This is fucking perfect.”

The Architects' murmurs were drowned, swept aside by a single deep resonance. The corrupted numbers stopped, their advance spasmodic and bewildered. They recoiled away from the golden radiance, which was incinerating their shadow-forms with a searing explicitness. "He's fighting them!" Gloria panted, amazement in her voice. "He's fighting them using the raw energy of the Lode!"

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.