Gollum Novels & Stories

Johnny pointed out. “True but I’m not convinced Chloe was just out for a walk when she found you.” Lucas continued. “Bobby insists they and two guards were monitoring that floor and there is no footage of Chloe leaving her room. Then this morning, her wolf spirit managed to take over the human form and communicate with me. Also, she had blue and gold eyes. Who else do we know with blue and gold eyes?” “Atlas and Amos.” Johnny frowned and carefully pushed himself up into a more upright position. Now he was interested. “So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?”

I jumped straight towards the deforming rocks as it spewed smoke from its crevices. Slowly I looked up and saw sulfuric dust falling down from the ceiling as the nearby volcano was rumbling. Then I thought to myself, it was definitely those Golems. Surely, Mother's cautionary measures are pissed off at my presence. It would be very helpful if she at least let the place recognize her children. A 10-feet tall black-colored Golem suddenly appeared right out of the volcano's vent along with fumes of sulfur. It has a distinct red octahedron crystal gleaming on its head.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

The light dims down as Goldie hunches over to take a hold of his now bleeding nose. He whimpers, although he tries his best to stifle his own voice. Leonardo looks down on him, wondering if this was the same person that Ines deemed as ‘crazy’. He notices something that was wrapped around the glowing man’s neck. He leans down to inspect it further and comes to recognize the contraption. A shock collar secured tight on Goldie’s poor neck.

There was a black oppressive aura waiting for them at the end of the tunnel. BANG! There was an explosion at the end of the road. A giant golem with a black body and silver-colored hands had just hit the rock so hard that it sounded like an explosion. All over the golem body was protruding pointy rocks pointing outward. The Golem's body looked tough, sharp, and ready to destroy anything. His eyeballs were blood red with yellow irises. Its size was so large that humans could die from being trampled by the soles of its feet as wide as a train locomotive.

The Gnomes march up the hill with lanterns made of fireflies. Among the many Gnomes lined up irregularly, six Ogres raised a large throne of Edmund the King of the South, as well as a Troll at his side. No need to wonder how Edmund got the Gnomes to serve him. Gnomes are potential creatures who are not very intelligent. They get very upset when they don't have a leader.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

“Are you okay? Tom asked, coming over to her side. Everything was happening all over again. Without further ado, she threw away the towel around her neck and rushed out of the saloon. ** Ichabod opened his eyes immediately and Adams rushed in. “I saw you come in right now, I was shouting your name and you didn’t respond, what happened?” He sat up right, standing up. “That wasn’t me. That was Odin. The ring can’t retain him any longer, he is getting too strong. If I can change into Odin at any moment of the day, then I don’t think I can stand a chance any longer. I need to meet the lady now.” ** “You can’t be serious.” Vivian blurted out.

It's actually full of ice and it stimulates my calf cramps, sinking me to the bottom of the water. My undercover act disappears as I cry out, "Help … help me! Gollum … help … " I reach out my hand in an effort to call for help towards the prisoner, hoping he would wake the hell up now. He actually does. He opens his eyes and looks at me. His pupils are blood red, like the store paint. His eyes are like windows and I feel like I can see I’m right where his soul lives. In bloody Hell. I begin to flail. My body wants to get away from those eyes and emerge from the water at the same time. He doesn't grab my hand. He isn't Jesus. My body submerges, resurfaces; I sw

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.