Rumpelstiltskin In Shrek Novels & Stories

Although his voice was still hoarse, probably a side effect from whatever they poisoned him, it was good enough to scream for help. He doesn’t know where he is exactly, but he could still guess that he is still in the mansion... in the underground, that is. After all, he fell from the garden. Roland looked at his hand and saw a huge ball like a jelly monster as it had two black circled eyes. He was surprised and instantly threw it away. However, with its stickiness, it wouldn’t fall off from his hand! "D*mn it!"

(completed) The Misfit Trials: A twisted fairytle retelling where four petitioners are brought in front of a court of fairytale “villains” to get their revenge on the “heros” of their stories. The petitioners include: 1) Aegae, the product of Eric’s rape of Ariel, 2) Rumpelstilzchen, who is trying to find his son after a wizard made his son’s soul be transferred to different children if Rumpelstilzchen doesn’t find the child within it’s first year of life, 3) Snick (one of the seven dwarves), seeking the court to save his remaining three brothers who have been enslaved by the sisters Snow White and Rose Red, and 4) Mother Gothel, who is trying to save the world from the sorceress, Rapunzel.

Rȗҽ "Drink the potion Cylester!" I growled lowly pushing the opening of the bottle to his mouth. He hisses. "The last time I did, I turned into a duck!" His yellow eyes peer up at me with distaste. I pouted. "A cute duck. Besides this time I fixed it, nothing bad will happen I promise." I whined, my icy blonde hair curtaining around my face. I was kneeled to the floor, forearms on the wooden floor as I tried to force Cylester to drink the potion. Cylester bared his little sharpened teeth. "No thank you, I much prefer my paws than waddle like a duck."

Ithel, who had picked up on Calla's tricks earlier, dreaded what his wife had in store. On the plate was a rolled cake with chocolate cream covered in clear liquid. Beside the cake rested a small creature. The tiny reptile was supposed to be a fire lizard that set the liquid aflame and created a smoky taste in the cake. It was an elven specialty. Princess Calla had made one slight change. Instead of a fire lizard, she had swapped the creature for a similar one which mischievous elven boys use to trick their mothers. The servant came up alongside the Empress, ready to place the tray between her and the Queen. However, the poor elf did not see the thorn that Aurora had swept out of her chair.

I don’t like it, or him, and hate that of all the beings on the planet he is the only one I can’t turn into a frog. I turn my attentions to the heap of men thrown uncaringly on the closet floor and mutter an undoing spell towards them. Lifting my palm to a vial around my neck I made for this exact purpose. I yank it free, open the lid and gently blow a little of the dust towards them. Fine sparkling particles like a fine, metallic mist, scatter far and wide around them and they slowly began to stir and disentangle themselves. It takes only seconds for them to begin to get up and come crawling out, completely disorientated, and groaning.

The voice in my mind as it spoke my fears to me. I tried to move and nothing happened. Was I floating or flying? Was I walking? I couldn't tell what I was doing. All I could feel around me was the growing sense of loneliness and dread that accompanied it. The great Rian! The Red trickster... The Green menace! The Dark one! Prince Rian Rumplestiltskin and now I had nothing at all but this cold empty feeling.

Lucky me! Overly excited about it I barged inside his house and to my delight I could smell the scent of werewolf all around me. At that moment I felt wonderful as if my dreams were coming true but then there was another smell, smell of a human, smell of Leo. He stood behind me watching me carefully as I was some kind of weird creature jumping around his house. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him. He sighed deeply. “I'm really sorry but I am not that kind of person.”

she scrunched up her face and said those men must be joking as she was standing, Lame look around then saw a stone on the ground. She stretched her hand towards it and the stone turns into a cobra snake coming towards them. Those two giant men rose their eyebrows while one of them said, she is a witch and they both quickly go down on their knees beg Lame to please spare them. She used her eyes to control the snake and it turns back to stone. "Take me to your master!"

He reminded. “You are human too. A very old and weak looking human to be precise” I caught the shocking reaction on his wrinkly face as if he had forgotten who he was again. I hate seeing this dead wizard’s face! But why does everyone keep using him? Rotip used to undo his spells and turn into his normal appearance when we were together in the cave. But every time he needed to go outside the cave to continue with his secret mission, he’d do the magic and disguise himself as the ugly wizard again.

She grumbled and stamped her feet, “This is no cheap parlour trick, I do illusions…” “Sounds like the same thing to me”, Raisel shrugged nonchalantly. "I have seen giants, trolls and dragons..." she shook her head, "Those were mind-blowing!" “No!”, She screamed. It was a very loud voice resounding through the walls of the room. Had Dragomir and Raisel not been in the same room with her they would have argued that the voice did not come from her. She spun around, her back to them and burnt a wick of one short candle, it sat in a bowl containing other things Raisel could not quite make out. Crystal inhaled, and when she turned around she was as calm as the innocent girl they had met earlier.