Gypsy Bard Novels & Stories

I sit down beside Rowan, my large body perfectly still, a beautiful, elegant smile plastered on my face. The head bard checks the hourglass, his wolf ears twitching with greed. He strikes his iron staff against the floor, pointing the glowing recording stone right at my face. "Miss Eloise Hollowmere!" the bard demands loudly. "Tell the territory the truth! Why did you sneak into the sacred audition arena? Was it out of pure, fat human jealousy toward Meredith Thornvale, or are you trying to use her royal wolf name to force your own sick comeback into the Bard Guild?"

Dashwood? " You're being inappropriate " He growled. " Is that a yes? " I stared at him " You say that being a gypsy doesn't bother you, but I bet if I showed up in your precious Bibury as I really am, you'd help everyone chase me away. " Is that what you think? " He leaned towards me in a quick motion, making me move away in surprise " I risked everything to save you, even knowing you were a gypsy. I could have left you there to die!

“I understand the weight on Harper’s shoulders. She desires the most elite training for her kin, but the distance between the Silver Ridge and the Southern Territories is a chasm of worry.” “She is the paragon of a pack-sister. Were I in Harper’s furs, I doubt I could show such devotion.” “That is precisely why she ascended to the rank of High Bard. Her spirit is incredibly tempered.” “I am truly haunted by the fate of Harper’s sister. She has not thrived since crossing the borders…”

Even when Valen’s hands traced my skin, I imagined—I ached—for it to be Magnus instead. I cast a single glance at him, and find Magnus unbothered. His eyes are focused on the bard. I might as well be invisible to him. Clearing my throat, I shift back in my chair, bringing the goblet to my lips again, hoping to drown myself in the burning liquid. The bard begins his ballad. His fingers strike the lute creating a sorrowful tune, and every other sound in the hall ceases. No one appears to be even breathing—that’s just how clear the music is to my ears.

I suggest the black one; she's one of the better ones. A few moments later, the bard lowered his mandolin. “And that’s how I got this place, ladies.” His smile went from ear to ear. The four best were gathered around him. Listening to his every.... listening to his every command....he later opened the cabaret. Skepticism is the worst thing that can happen to a man, he thought. At least I managed to beat it... It was only a matter of time before the inn would be opened.

Bari asked in a low voice as they neared the tavern. “They will find us.” Cornelius answered, “We just need to sit somewhere conspicuous.” Bari nodded and was about to head to the stone gambling section which was the area that attracted the most attention when they were approached by a gipsy woman who was dressed in the attire of a dancer “Are you here for gems?” Cornelius nodded.

They leaned in, reaching out for what lay within their legs—moans escaping their lips as they grew moist below. The men watched, stroking themselves. They weren't allowed to go close to the ladies—tavern policy—at least for those who couldn't afford the ladies of the tavern. At the bar, a patron dropped a coin into the harpist’s pouch. “She’s got a way about her,” he remarked to the barmaid. “Aye,” she replied, pausing to listen. “Some say she plays the heartstrings as well as the harp.” The barmaid passed a table of travelers, one of whom nodded toward the musician. “Does she ever speak?” he asked.

The man had jet black hair and a scar across an eye, it was Bardok. Bardok smiled “you interested in a deal?” leanunya paused “sure” Bardok smiled even more “ok here’s the deal I get you in the guild and you do a job for me now got to make sure just no one gets in you know” she smiled “well then you’ve got a deal. What’s the job?” Bardok paused looking around, “see that elf over there. I want you to steal his golden watch from his stand and put it with that man there” Leanunya nodded seeing the people he was indicating to “ok easy enough I’ll be back”

With my reading, she told me my moon will return to me, said something about me in a shell hiding and I think something about fate or fated… I forgot but what I do know is that she is a hot sham. Dropping the call, he refused to want to hear is friend go on about this. He simply did not understand gypsies, neither did Jayden but a least he can detect if one had the gift or is a 'sham' as his friend put it. "Good day the birds told me you looking for me."