Moriarty Sherlock Gnomes Novels & Stories

My sword lashed out in a blur, the strike clean and sharp, sending the rock flying from her grasp. Morgan gasped, eyes wide, shock flashing across her face. She hadn’t expected that from me, not in a thousand years. “It’s a shame seeing you all like this,” I said, my voice cutting across the silence, “when every single one of you knows the kind of atrocities Lady Morgan and her little gnomes have done to us.” “Huh? Gnomes?” one of Rubbie’s crew muttered, but I didn’t even care who. My eyes stayed locked on the fools staring back at me.

Wren said, shaking his head. “Oh, that isn’t all. Did he tell you that he named the gnome?” “No, and I’m afraid to ask. What did Max name it?” “Norman. Norman the gnome, both his desk gnome and the one your team captured are named that.” “There is something wrong with him,” Wren said, laughing. “You will get no argument from me on that, but it gets better,” Lindsay said, smiling. “How?” Wren asked with a worried look on his face.

Though there are a few that venture out and live peacefully within human society. The Gnomes were one race that lived in human society; they are great at mining and construction and the Garden Gnome Construction Company is the best of the best in construction even among Gnomes. Xasha had to agree with that sentiment when he made it to the island and saw what these 3ft tall chubby men had accomplished in a fortnight. They already completed the sewage, running water, and water storage facilities. 18 greenhouses and 6 warehouses to store all the energy beasts and precious plants already on the island. They completed the roads, even the mansion, and all the courtyards were complete.