Luck Of The Dwarves Novels & Stories

This time, there was a sense of danger in the voice which sounded threatening to them. “I am Shakuff!! Head of the dwarfs. We live here..” “Or as a captive?” Pauline asked him. “Whatever…” the dwarf seems pissed. “So you are held captive by vampires?” I asked the head dwarf. “Yes, but it's none of your business… this was our land but they snatched this from us and now we are rotting here in sewers for hundreds of years.. We cannot go out because these vampires have authority and our companions have been killed for breaking their baseless rules.” the head was definitely pissed.

But that is luck, chaos personified. Take the example of one George Wickham. The night before luck had been with him at cards, and he had celebrated quite liberally. So liberally, in fact, that he woke with his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and a pounding headache made worse by the sunlight streaming into his room. It took him some time to get the nerve to sit up, and even then he had a struggle to pour out a cup of water from the pitcher at his bedside to try to remove at least the dry and fuzzy feeling. What time was it? It seemed awfully bright in his room. Lord, he hoped he had not missed the post coach. Surely, Denny would get him if it was getting late. He could not resent his

Making cards the main container. I now had 14 cards in my hand. Each of them had the words truth and dare written on them. To make it fair, I split them fifty-fifty. Seven cards I wrote truth on, the rest were dares. It was pretty easy to play. I just shuffled the cards and spread them out in front of Axe. He would choose one of the 14 cards. If he got the 'dare' card. I'll give him a dare. And vice versa.

But L just seemed to be so good at bickering and Patrice had to control herself from turning into a murderer today. Damn, she would if she has to. “What is the symbol for gold?” She asked L a very easy question about elements. L placed his chin on his palm and pretended to think. “Well isn’t that G-Dragon? You know. I’m the G to the D! Gold and Diamonds boy.” He sang. Patrice sighed and rolled her eyes, losing that tinsy winsy bit of hope in her grasp. “Well, that’s funny.” She said as she flipped the page of the book.

No man would stand in my way from what was destined to be mine. The glare of the day greeted me as I left the stench of the alley way behind. At least it would be on my back as I headed to the old observatory. The mountainous trek was long and windy. I would need the whole day to make it by sundown. The landscape was rocky and cramped in this overcrowded section of town. The lower income houses that were thrown up hap hazard and with whatever materials they had on hand. Looked doomed to topple down the crevices and overhanging’s onto which they were so precariously balancing. Just last week the most recent earthquake shook loose at least a half dozen homes. Killing almost everyone inside whe

Deep underground there were whole cities decorated with gold and jewels, cities of the dwarves. Dwarves, a short, hardened race of warriors and builders who dug tunnels deep in the bowels of the earth in search of precious metals and gems, and who built cities that withstood even the greatest earthquakes and tremors. An old dwarf legend told of an exodus, a cataclysm that forced their predecessors underground. And despite the odds, they survived. But little is known about the exodus because there is nothing written about those forgotten times. In their struggle to tame the dark corridors and pits, they dug and pried and chopped and smashed everything in their path. They used fire to break th

Only three kinds of people could resist his charm: those whose lovers were beside them, those who had no beloved at all, and the deaf. Lan and I arrived at the entrance of a small village in Vateheim. The settlement stood within a barren mining valley filled with dust and exposed rock. Crowds of dwarves packed the village gate. They wore brightly colored clothes, their long noses painted red, yellow, and blue. Each dwarf held an empty beer can as long as their forearm—it seemed they were celebrating their monthly beer festival. “Is Mani’s diamond on him?” I asked Lan. “Yes. The diamond is actually formed from his tears. Mani rarely cries—perhaps once in several thousand years—and he only car

"What are you talking about, Prince Rauthorn? You dwarves are nothing but crazy shagging, fighting, and drinking machines!" The whole room burst into a chorus of drunken laughter. Prince Rauthorn suddenly stood up, anger in his eyes. "What in hel did you call my people, you white-haired whoreson?" The two stared at each other for a moment and the whole room went silent. They both moved closer to each other by putting their hands on the table and leaning in, their faces nearly touching, then the anger in their faces slowly disappeared and turned into big grins. "You know what, Lord Konoiki? You are fucking right! We Dwarves are shagging, fighting, and drinking machines!"

There was a pause and then Evand said, “It takes all three of us working together.” “That won’t be happening anytime soon,” said the other dwarf. “You know I’ve got dwarf number three inside me, right? If I swallowed you two, would I be able to control the elf?” “No!” they both said together. Sometimes when a dwarf says no, he means yes. “Just remember, even if it doesn’t work, I can swallow you and disconnect you from the gem. That means a lifetime stuck in my head. Believe me, you wouldn’t like it.” Neither said anything, but it felt like both gems shuddered in my hands. I put them away and took in the view. Beneath us were thousands of troops marching in square formation. Lizardmen and hu

The mourning dove fled to the peal of an elfin horn: "What was that call, just now? And that insurmountable wind like lindworm breath?" I murmured to myself, shuddering as I looked out the window: In rode a terrible train of huldre, Jotun, alfar and dokkalfar, dwarves, nixie, mara and trolls of the Dark Court from the depths of the woods. The Cunningfolk's allies in the Northern Holds of Utgardr, and Arcadia's sworn enemies.