Samwise Gamgee Novels & Stories

In a lush green garden with beds of tiny flowers which scented the whole surrounding, Daeira smiled when her bare feet had came in contact with it while she progressed inside the garden. There were two huge oak trees in the gateway and it should have frightened her but she smiled at them, showing her ever beautiful lava ruby gem that they gave way to her while she cheerfully hopping in a soft pathway. Then she felt someone hugged from behind that she giggled before turning to the man and kissed him tenderly.

“Why? You have no appointment. It’s busy here.” “Yeah?” she pouted a bit, thinking over it for a moment. “Eh, what about that guy? The guy who’s obsessed with playing computer games? Is he working here at the moment?” She had a bit of suspicion of that guy she was talking about, Oswald. He looked like he knew a lot about computers and technology whatever he does in his life. Or maybe Theo hired people from the outside? “They’re out of town, I’m the only one currently here.” Yohan was a bit of a cold person but Selene wasn’t fazed.

The air around her shimmered with a soft, ethereal light as she moved from warrior to warrior, her presence a source of comfort and reassurance in the midst of the chaos. Sammy, attuned to the healing power of nature, called upon the earth to aid in the healing process. With a whispered prayer, she summoned the healing energies of the forest, imbuing the injured warriors with vitality and strength. Vines and flowers sprouted from the ground around them, their gentle touch speeding the healing process and restoring their bodies to full health.

Akash and Varun's father. The other one was wearing a dusky leather Jacket contrary to Kabir's military uniform. This man had short hair and apparent dark circles below his brown eyes, hinting that he has had a constant lack of sleep over a few days. He was much more casual than Kabir. Yet, even after this, his aura was razor-sharp. Not to mention his walk had no excessive movements, just like Kabir's. He was one of the White Clan members and also the chief head of the IMD intelligence department, Matthew Collins, Jake's father.

Alastair led me toward an ancient giant tree that stood at the edge of the garden, near the woods. “At the very least, this tree is over 5,000 years old," Alastair spoke, his voice carrying a touch of reverence. "The thing is known by the name Gilgi." He continued describing the tree's features, but my attention was diverted. My fingertips grazed the bark of the tree, the texture resembling swirling water, as if the tree had risen from the depths of the earth itself. My gaze followed the intricate patterns, feeling as though I could get lost in the intricate dance of nature.

I cast a spell so that he’s the only one who will enter the gate and whoever tries to enter the gate that I opened, they will be electrocuted. “There, happy? I already chose Pi to interrogate those two,” I said as I looked at Lucas and Leo. “Greetings to you, Grand Duke Whistleton and Young Duke Damian Whistleton, may the Guardians of the North Bless your land,” Pi greeted the Grand Duke and Sir Damian when he finally entered the gate. I closed the gate, then told Pi to follow Gale. He nodded, then they all went out of the office except for me, the Grand Duke, Sir Damian, Lucas, Leo and Jude.

When he turned to me, his eyes glowed with Sidhe magic and his smile so wide his white teeth caught the light from above. "This is amazing!" He went back to his studies, whispering to himself while Galleytrot stayed close. I almost told the big dog to back off and let Liam have his space only to bite my tongue. Liam was important, very, very important, to a lot of people. Um, to the whole world, actually. As Keeper of the Gate in Wilding Springs, only he was able to answer the knock when the Sidhe came calling. Which made Galleytrot, a hound of the same Sidhe, uber protective.

How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan. God, I just want to punch him in the face. Halfway through last period, I was walking out of the school for a smoke break. Bad habit, I know. As soon as I stepped out of the building, two sons of bitches stepped in front of me. My eyebrows raised. "Lucas. Jack." A small grin etched onto my face. "To what do I owe the pleasure, fellas?" Jack laughed manically. I don't know what was funny, fucking idiot.

Raval noticed Soran at the side, and he smilingly pulled him in front of Steward Sam. “Uncle Sam, this is Soran, and he is an important guest and friend of the five of us.” Soran smiled at Steward Sam as he took a couple of steps forward in the porch to greet the latter when his nose caught a whiff of an extremely familiar scent that follows his closest friend since young. Soran’s eyes widened in incredulity at the thought of that figure, but his body already moved on its own, pushing away Steward Sam and running inside the opened doors of the manor with an almost frantic expression.

As soon as I inhaled his scent, I instantly recognized that he was a werewolf from our neighboring pack that owned the pharmaceutical company my parents worked for. “Good evening, Beta Luke. It’s nice to see you joining us tonight. And may I ask who this beautiful lady is?” Luke stood up, pulling me up with him. “Of course, Nate. Let me introduce you to my mate, Jasmine.” Luke then looked at me and said, “Jasmine, this is Nate. He manages this restaurant. He’s from the Autumn Moon Pack.”