روايات وقصص ضمن Gollum

assemble. A giant hand made of jagged ice slammed onto the ground. Then a torso. Then a head, faceless and smooth, save for two glowing blue cracks for eyes. It stood twelve feet tall. A Golem of pure permafrost. The Beast that does not bleed. "Get back!" Killian roared, shoving me behind a pillar of rock. The Golem turned its massive head toward us. It opened its mouth—a cavern of sharp icicles—and let out a sound that wasn't a roar, but the screech of grinding glaciers.

The massive oak door, their only exit, slammed shut with a thunderous BOOM that shook the very foundations of the room. From behind Headmaster Alistair’s desk, where no one had been moments before, a hulking figure began to materialize. It wasn’t a shadow, or a Reaper. It was solid, ancient, and utterly terrifying. A golem of obsidian and iron, its massive, glowing red eyes fixing on Bima and Elian with a cold, unyielding malevolence. It was the Headmaster’s personal security unit. And it was awake.

Honestly, I just wanted to die, and I begged the Divine Goddess to take me. A noise made me look across the river, and I saw a big brown wolf with red eyes who was looking at me. “Rogue” – Snow tells me. He shifted, and a man with a big beard and light green eyes appeared in front of me. He had an overly muscular body as if he had spent the day working out, and his unpleasant smell assaulted my nostrils. - Hello, little pup. Why are you crying? - he asks me with irony in his voice - What does a rogue do within the borders of the Lycan Moon Pack? - I asked, trying to show authority.

All I have is a second to think before I hear the laughter. “Ladies, you want to play doctor, with a doctor?” A male voice approaches before a face. Not just any face, but Gordon’s face, covered in red kiss marks. His shoulders are covered in tan feminine arms. I’m suddenly happy that I didn’t put down my gun. The only people that can save Gordon from death are the whores on his arm and Jack behind the door. Jack radiates so much heat that I know he’s powerful. If he wanted to, nothing would stop Jack from interfering. Though for some reason he doesn’t even move. Jack has something big going on, and my wolf blood was the only thing that linked me to him. He’s a werewolf and a dangerous one a

He didn't want to be discovered before he was ready. "Thorstein, I am not without wits!" Njord countered angrily. "I have not drunk any mead, nor eaten any unknown mushrooms. I know what I saw. Could it be the man that was found on the beach? The rumors said he was reportedly a Sköll, did they not?"

He flashed a pained smile. We sat by the crackling fire in silence, mesmerised by the dancing flames, I stole a glance at Nathan. His hair, reflected a beautiful silver glow. The silence between us was comforting, as though our thoughts were seamlessly entwined with the whispers of the fire. It was in moments like these, where words seemed unnecessary, that I felt the true essence of companionship. “I'm Gwen.” I introduced myself. “Nathan.” He mumbled in reply. We sat in silence. I looked around, my head had already adjusted to where I was. It was the earth lady's cave!!. Not everyone could see it, nor could everyone rest here. How did Nathan have access.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I swallowed hard and watched the black suit men who gathered around me. I dragged my body back away from them as they were stepping towards me. “What do you want?” I cried out and tears gathered in my eyes. “You!” A dangerous and dark voice echoed in the room. Slowly, men parted on either side of the room, making room for that man. A chill ran down my spine when he stepped in front of me, tall and dark. Luther Spraggins! He towered over me, his black and polished shoes stopped just before me. I didn’t look into his eyes because I didn’t have enough courage. I feared him! He was a murderer, kidnapper, and rapist!