Professor Garlick Mod Novels & Stories

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?"

“But you can’t fall asleep on me.” He closed his eyes with a tiny exhale. “I won’t.” “I mean it,” I warned. He smiled, barely. “Okay.” I stared at the kitchen, where my pan was still sizzling, and tried to keep my body from exploding into a thousand nervous sparks. “Hold on,” I said, voice strained. “My garlic will burn.” Jace didn’t move. “Your garlic is strong.” “It is not immortal,” I argued. Jace lifted one hand lazily and flicked the remote toward me. “Then use your other arm. Save the garlic.”

My tongue tried to revolt. I coughed, reaching for my wine. “What the hell happened? I didn’t even add that much salt—” “You sure about that?” “I didn’t even think I used salt.” I turned toward the counter, hunting for the seasoning container I used. There it was. Sitting smugly beside the garlic powder. Garlic salt. “Oh no,” I whispered. “Oh no no no.” Stacy followed my gaze, then stood and walked over, picking it up and turning it so I could see the label clearly.

I turned back to my audience and poured a generous glug into the pot. "Oil, for those with asthma," I said, my voice dripping with fake sophistication, making Yakov wince. "Ginger, for people who are careless." I held up the small plate of sliced ginger. Then, the onion. "Onions, for problems that won't go away!" "I didn't realize you were a poet," he drawled, but I ignored him again. "Garlic, for your girlfriend who's a mythical creature." I said, grinning, and watched his reaction.

"Are you f*cking with me?" Abby was extremely furious, and she wanted to whip him another hundred times! He had swallowed the rare Godly pills, a few of them at once! It was such a waste! The main effect of those Godly pills was to aid a cultivator in breaking through blockades. As a Level Four Master, the pills do not affect Darryl, so they were wasted. "Do you wish to die?" Flickering lights transformed into a long sword in Abby's hand before she pointed it at Darryl!

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 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

Their blood boiled when they think of a scenario that someone is using the Mask Low Pill and Voice Changer Pill to do something bad to them or frame them. "That's possible to refine?" Sirene asked curiously. Never had she ever thought that would be possible. Soheila laughed softly. "Yes, I add a herb to the Detectable Pill that would automatically oppose the Voice Changer Pill and Mask Low Pill," Soheila explained. The herb that she added was from Earth, it's called Agate Brown Garlic. It has a heart shape and had stripes and its color is brown. It is only available from the 28th century and Soheila got tons of seeds of it in her spirit ring.