Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

Brielle’s POV I smiled, licking my lips sexily as I watched Professor Lucian gently button up my shirt. “You heard your friend, professor. Just fuck me,” I said, laughing sheepishly as I reached for his hand, but he was quick to yank it away. “There must be another way, Garette, please. You've been doing this for years. She's a freaking werewolf; such things shouldn't work on her.” “Yes. It shouldn't, but I guess her wolf is weak, and it already absorbed the intoxicant, Lucian. There's nothing you can do.”

The scent of the fresh ink I had just written on the board drifted into my nose. "No way..." the guy with glasses muttered, pure disbelief in his voice. "We've been stuck on this step for an entire month, and Professor Locke refused to give us any hints. How could an inferior omega possibly know pharmacology this advanced?"

"Garlic, sunlight, and silver. You weaken them with wolf bane and cast iron." My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. Was she for real? Granted that what most people knew about my kind was false, what she had just said was plain ridiculous. I heard Jillie laughing hysterically. I looked over at her, and she was bent over in laughter, holding her side. Ean was even chuckling. "Are you stupid?" Jillie asked Elise. "Garlic, Silver, Wolf bane, Cast Iron, Sunlight? You need a new major," she said, still laughing. I wanted to laugh with her, but I wasn't sure she would do much better.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

' he quizzed himself. It made no sense that his professor was being the good and bad guy at the same time. What exactly was wrong? Harold Girard turned to the window which was right behind him and held the tightened jar to the bright, orange sunlight that flooded into the room, not minding the gore which was now turning slimy as it slithered down his face and soused the shirt he had on.

There was one way to find out. I walked to the kitchen and asked for a clove of garlic. I scored it, to release its aroma, then approached her. She backed away from me as soon as she smelled it. "Garlic! Ew!" Okay, she may just not like garlic. Let's try this. I took my necklace, that was a cross, and held it out to her. She hissed, her eyes glowed red, and fangs started showing. Adam saw this and he immediately motioned a few warriors to take her and put her in the dungeon.

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

"Because I'm serious now!" Garo tore off his black robe, revealing a brown Venomsteel Plate underneath. It was crawling with many poisonous creatures. Everyone assumed Garo's strength lay in combat prowess. But as a witch doctor, his specialty was actually in curses and hexes. Close-quarter combat was, in actuality, his weakness. "Now this is my true power! Repent for your earlier disrespect! You've already missed your chance for a painless death!" Garo snapped his fingers, and immediately, dark clouds gathered in the sky.

“As far as I know, more powerful than garlic is the potion called ‘burning silver’ or ‘silver flames’, as some call it. Unlike potions that contain garlic and keep the vampire away from the person who got such a potion, ‘silver flames’ can hurt it very badly. They burn the vampire.” Professor Harmony was delighted by what the child told her. She was proud that she was able to instil in a child so much desire for knowledge. Even though she knew it wasn’t just her merit, she was proud to have participated in this child’s preparation who learned so many lessons and magic secrets, including many details of the subject taught by her. “As usual, Elizabeth Edwards, you show me you like my subject a