Luck Of The Dwarves นิยาย & เรื่องราว

However, a strange shadow wrapped around the dwarven warrior’s chest near his heart. “Is that the curse?” Zen tugged at Lorren’s sleeve from behind, staring at the dwarf’s naked torso. Surprised that Zen could see the aura of curses, Lorren nodded. “Remember what I told you earlier. Dispels and blessings are similar. However, you need direct contact.” Nodding nervously, the young chef walked towards the red-headed dwarf. The mysterious warrior appeared amused at Zen's timidity when Zen requested permission to hold his hand. His laugh was as loud and boisterous as Blacksmith Ben’s, making Zen wonder if they were somewhat acquainted.

“Nice, seeing you again” “Vladimir,” Arthur said with distaste and the man turned to me and grinned, I could see the interest in his eyes. “And who do we have here” Vladimir asked, his stare was making me uncomfortable. “My wife” Arthur replied, jaw clenched. Surprise filled Vladimir eyes then he smiled, I could detect the falsetto behind that smile. “You are so lucky, this is the most beautiful woman here” Vladimir said, “It’s a pleasure meeting you Mrs Stone”

I scream however I'm all alone, there's no one else to save me from the darkness that was slowly engulfing me completely. I wake up with a jump, my breathing was labored and I was sweating with the sheet completely soaked in sweat, these nightmares tormented me every night, I no longer knew what to do, I walked to the balcony of my room and leaned there, watching the stars, they always calmed me down on my worst nights, these terrible dreams always brought me the worst memories I've ever lived in my entire life, when I was sixteen I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, my father King Richard had decided to give a welcome ball for the King of Russia, Louise was in a red dress with a g

She had to admit, she was quite curious. Prince Lucas was right. She did love them. She especially loved the water fountain made of bamboo. The designs carved into the bamboo looked rich with African culture. It was beautiful. It reminded her so much of home and her father. If he were here, he would love it too. But by far the most impressive was the miniature robot Darla built. It was little and pink with a fairly large head. It didn't look like I could do much but it was much more than it looked.

They wore identical, beautifully constructed leather armour from their helms to the chaps that covered their boots, creating the illusion that they were the same man, but many versions of him. Aurien pulled his braid free of his shirt as he stepped forward. The language that he spoke was not Fae. Dwarvish, I thought. One of the other fifteen tongues he spoke. “The dwarves have a complicated relationship with the Fae,” Daerton murmured in my ear. He had made his way up the wagon and leaned his arms against the back of the bench seat. “Your pretty maid had best keep her head down whilst we’re here or she might find herself tied to a dwarf’s bed,” he chuckled. “Will it be love or hate when the

"Hey wake up, I told you not to fall asleep." He wakes up in a confused state. "Oh, what? I guess I must have dozed off again. I haven't had my morning ale to keep me going through the day." Fenrir is trying to figure out how drinking would keep a dwarf awake. But before he can come up with an answer, they are lead inside the stronghold. Once inside, the group is met with an array of dwarves all hammering metal into the forms they desire. The long hallway is in the shape of a perfectly symmetrical trapezoid, this design provides some stability to the hollowed-out section. On the ceiling, orbs of light are used to illuminate the cave using a form of magic.

His frown deepened, his expression turning serious. "This isn't something ordinary," he said. "It's a binding curse. A very vicious one. "It's usually used on people who are close to death. It can't transfer your luck directly to the caster, but it reroutes your fortune to others. By granting other people's wishes, it extends the caster's life. "When your luck is completely drained, and your life reaches its end, the life force that should have been yours…gets transferred to them." He paused, then looked at me.

The dwarfs cheered. I took a drink again. The ale burned down my throat. I fought the urge to cough and placed the cup back on the table. “There.” The head digger grinned. “Another.” “I already drank.” “One drink doesn't make you one of us.” “I don't want to be one of you.” The table erupted in laughter again. I rubbed my forehead. I was beginning to understand why nobody liked mountain dwarfs. They were greedy, stubborn, loud, and apparently believed alcohol solved every problem.

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot. After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied. Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise." It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.

“To the place of the dwarves. As much as I didn’t want to implicate them with our mess, they were the only option I had right now. They seem to be giving me the directions. Maybe they could help me find them, or even give us more information about the vampire.” “Are you sure they would be willing to help us?” he asked and when we stumbled upon a rocky road, we both bounced on our seats. “They have been helping me, all along. I told you, they’re the ones who gave me the weapon.” “If you tell them that you lost it, wouldn’t they be mad?” “I’m anxious to tell them, I’m not gonna lie.” My heart thumped inside of my chest as my knees bounced uncontrollably. “But if I’ll be completely transparent