Hobbit Oc Novels & Stories

Hector snarled, his voice rough but filled with rage as he tried to push himself up. “Hector—no!” I gasped, reaching for him as he staggered slightly, his body barely holding itself together. He stumbled dangerously and My heart nearly stopped. Thorin laughed. It was a low, mocking sound that made my blood boil. “This is your beloved Alpha?” he said, glancing down at Hector with clear disappointment. “I really expected more Hector, im disappointed.” I clenched my fists. “I heard you were strong,” Thorin continued casually. “But a single blade and you’re already falling apart? This is going to be easier than I thought.”

I shrugged my shoulders and snapped my fingers then cloaks draped on our bodies to cover us in case we had to encounter Olympians. "I didn't say you were– wait, oh shit! I did, right?" He asked and they all nod at him. "Fine, you're pretty, but not too pretty." "Where did you find this hobbit?" Tom asked. "In the Bronx– wait, are you asking about me?" Cubby stopped and looked at Tom. "I'm actually asking about Jiroo, but thanks for correcting me that it was you, not Jiroo." "Stop mocking my height! I'm adorable!" Cubby groans and clings onto Daren's arm.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Out wobbles a hurt looking Anthony, he had blood dripping down his face, what looks like a hurt arm and well like I said, looking wobbly. "Freya come here we need to leave" he says, gesturing for me to come over to him with his hand, the guy puts the phone to his ear.

He replied. “OMW so I can breathe underwater now! That’s so awesome.” I sarcastically cheered. “It only lasts two Dolhq months then it will wear off.” “Right and let me guess you are a secret spy or a mad scientist that just somehow got hold of this serum that doesn’t exist.”

“God, so much anger in The Hobbit!” I gasp because he’s told me about The Hobbit. “Say one more thing about my height, and I’ll drown you.” “Oh,” he pouts. “You’re threatening, but like, in a very adorable way.” “I am going to kill you now!” He laughs, the sound warm and bright against the rushing river around us. The water only reaches our knees here, sunlight dancing over the surface while smooth stones press against our feet. Between us sits a growing pile of tiny pearls we’ve found buried in shells near the riverbank.

I could smell his fear. As I turned the corner, ax resting on my shoulder, he screamed. "AHHHH, THE MINOTAUR!!" I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. He looked about my age, though I was already seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds, unlike a human my age. Playing up the monster role I've been given, I let out a loud, angry bellow. Hippophorbas went wide-eyed and tried to scramble back.

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

It was a technique that I had perfected as an only child since I always stayed outside my house without a key. The door screeched open, I watched the staircase and saw no movement so I went into the room and closed the door without making a noise. The room was very spacious with a very large bed in the right corner, it had a desk against the wall and there was a wardrobe to the left. The only window was open and from there I could see my house and part of the road. The wall in front of me was covered with a white sheet and that was very strange, I could not help but notice it, I wanted to know what he was hiding but I was paralyzed when I saw on the desk an identical copy of my infamous doll

she explains, like a real-life chef, grabbing her own sub and taking a normal-person bite, “I knew you’d like it.” “I do. Thanks for making it for me,” I add after swallowing, then I grab one of the beers I bought to make sure I won’t choke. "Okay, so do you want to watch..." "Lord of the Rings," I respond immediately because there’s no other option, "The first one. Then we'll watch the second and make a date to watch the rest of them.” "How many movies are there?" "There's three... then there's three Hobbit movies. We have to watch it in order though, as they were released. That's my favorite way."