Samwise Gamgee Novels & Stories

“I don’t care if anything is wrong or right. I know he is here, and we are not leaving until I get him or his blood sample.” Luke doesn't say anything, he just motions the vampires to move out and check the perimeter. As we move into the forest, the night wind carries the scent of pine and old blood through the high ridges. “Hmmm, I can taste the scent of his blood on my tongue,” I say, my lips curl to smile. We stand on the exposed outcrop and behold, there is the hybrid alpha, one arm hanging limp at his side, the other braced against a blackened pine.

I smiled, slow and sharp. “…you won’t walk away.” Then I vanished into the darkness… leaving him to choke on the truth: The youngest D’Amaris was the most dangerous of them all.

My body passed right through her, and I stumbled into the grass. "You cannot fight the Gardener, Kaima. I am the root of this world. And you... you are the fruit. If you do not ripen, I will have to prune you as well." The silver shears began to turn toward us. One of them, larger and sharper than the rest, hovered over Rowan. "No!" I scrambled to my feet. "Leave him alone! He’s the only reason I’m still here!" "He is the anchor of your rebellion," the Gardener said, her voice turning cold. "He is the reason you won't accept the Harmony. He is the most dangerous weed of all."

Sienna: The soft hum of birdsong outside the cottage window was the first thing I noticed. That, and the warmth. It was a warmth that I felt, that I did not expect to feel, that I did not know or understand. But the smile that formed on my lips told me quickly that I was well aware of what it was from, that it was from one person and one person alone. It wasn’t from the fire, which had long since burned down to soft embers. But from him. From Damon.

His voice echoed with a hint of admiration, as if the mere mention of Samarth's name commanded respect. The mention of the chief commander sparked a memory in King Agnil's mind, and he recalled the face of his loyal servant, Kenaz. As he gazed at Samarth, he noticed the striking resemblance to his father. The young warrior's rugged features seemed chiseled from the very stone of battle, exuding raw power and danger. His meadow-green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleamed with a fierce intensity that commanded attention.

Elinor became their guide, ensuring they navigated the forest safely and imparting wisdom about nature and life. Then, they encountered Garret, a noble-hearted knight with a gleaming sword. Garret faithfully protected Alex and their companions from physical threats, and he also served as a wise mentor, teaching them the true meaning of bravery and loyalty. Meanwhile, on their way to Elfia, they met Luna, a young and talented wizard, who was shy but incredibly gifted in magic. Luna quickly became an inseparable part of the group, using her astounding magical powers to assist them through challenging situations with her wisdom.

Ugomma smirked, “You said that last month. And it's two years now, yet we haven’t found this mysterious white queen. How are you sure the path wouldn’t lead to an evil forest or worse to our death?” Jide didn’t argue, she had expected him to say something nasty or funny, but he didn’t. He just walked further into the forest and watched the treetops as if he could read the language of the birds. He closed his eyes and opened them again, muttering some silent words.

Including as a place to complain and ask for opinions in taking important steps in life and in the company. If Bima looks sad, Hujan and Aslan will lose their support. Even though in truth, Bima was very hurt and grieving. His heart is shattered, the house is razed, Aslan has to stay in the dungeon for everyone's safety. Sunyi lay in a coffin, she either made it out or not. Because Sawedang's coffin is a coffin that has a magical fence that can only be penetrated with sincerity. If Sunyi can't achieve true sincerity then she will never get out.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

He muttered words only the wind was able to hear before he walked away. The fresh scent of blooming camellias looms around the garden of the palace. With Morrigan walking around the palace enjoying the fully bloomed flowers her mother loves dearly. She smiled as she touch one camellia that felt like silk at the end of her fingertips. The maids serving around Morrigan watch the princess as she walks around the garden and appreciating the scenic views of the palace grounds. Finally able to feel at ease as the princess had started to smile more and more as time goes by. Slowly healing and recuperating through the flowers and the docile horses in the palace grounds.