Seven Dwarfs Order Novels & Stories

The halflings race up the stone, tripping. Stairs, trembling bodies, and hearts racing. The dwarves gather at the top of the collapsing stone fortress, their weapons are drawn, in preparation for the demonic forces to strike. The halflings were imprudent in giving away their location, but they were not cowards in the least because they were ready to defend themselves. Even though they've never been in a real fight before, Grumpy dwarf isn't going to back down. With a pit for a face, he rises from the trolls and stares at the halflings.

Indrani took a deep breath and in a monotonous voice said, “The dwarfs enjoyed a superior position after the fall of the Vulcans, the rulers of the ancient’s in the 3100’s. After the ‘Kritakash Landing’…” Sayan raised his eyebrow at Indrani and she added kindly, “When the humans first set foot on the planet on their vessel Kritakash. Anyways, the dwarfs had close ties with the ruling class of the eleven kingdoms of Canneti. Evidence suggested that among the eight tribes of the dwarfs, King Aethelwulf the bold, from the house of Wessex, unified the eleven kingdoms and established their tribe as the rulers of the realm. For two centuries, the dwarf’s ruled the men and aliens and developed a so

As soon as the dwarves did, they drew their swords fitted with runic powers and pointed at Matthew. “Drop your weapons and hands in the air!” The dwarf in front exclaimed. Matthew and Theraphosa did as they were told and put down their bags. Theraphosa’s backpack softly thudded on the ground while Matthew’s sack of metals thudded loudly followed by metallic clangs inside it. The dwarves were surprised by that, possibly because of how heavy the sack would be if it’s filled with metal. Their gazes quickly focused on Matthew again. “Drop your weapon!” The dwarf shouted again.

I tuned out Freya’s scathing reply as I looked out the window. Dwarf territories are always ruled by clans, and clans are always based on a specific saint. Oh, I don’t mean saints based on religion (most dwarfs are atheist). In dwarf culture, saints are dwarfs who existed in the golden period of Oren who were recognized by their fellows as the best of the best, in whatever trade or craft they specialized in. In a meritocratic society like theirs, this was the considered the highest honor—and the most noble challenge any self-respecting dwarf would take on.

he screamed internally A deep growl rumbled in his chest, low and powerful. The air around him seemed to shift, growing charged with energy. The crowd fell silent as Oliver’s body began to tremble, his muscles rippling under his skin. Suddenly, his form exploded into a massive wolf, larger than anyone had ever seen. His fur was a dark, almost black shade, and his eyes glowed with a golden intensity that commanded attention. Gasps echoed through the arena as the sheer size and presence of his wolf dwarfed even his father’s.

"How dare they!" Jace's nose picked up a familiar scent. He turned his head toward it and walked with heavy steps towards it. Dum ... Dum... Dum... The pounding of Jace's footsteps continued to echo. He was approaching a direction accompanied by the glow of a firefly lantern. The three dwarfs with long noses and chins are tasked with lighting the way. Their skin is green and wrinkled. Rain was shaking violently. The lantern refracted the image of a large and tall creature with a pair of horns on the top of its head. Rain could only see her reflection.

A few dwarves failed and fell in midair, nearly hitting the ground hard, but the elves didn't stay still. With the telekinesis power of the elves, they saved the dwarves from free fall and flew their stocky bodies to land on the skull heads of the Grim Reapers. Some of the other elves used vines to catch the dwarves' bodies, then hurled them back into the air. Dwarves soldiers clung to the Grim Reaper's skull-like monkeys. Several vines weaved around them as a safety rope for their safety. Thus, elf warriors support the crazy actions of Dwarves warriors.

A long time ago, deep in the mountains of Dwermer, in the Valley of life, lies the most magnificent City of Dwarven called Dwertur. It's the large Dwarven city, a hub of industrialism, Human, Demi-Human, Beastmen, Elves visits the city every day, every year. Be it weapons, magical items, anything you desire you can get them in Dwertur. I was one of the residents of Dwertur, I came from a family of a carpenter, but unlike my parent and brothers, I was different. Building things never brought me joy, what fuels my passions was entertaining.

I asked as I went near them, “I’m Nowo, by the way. It’s nice...to, um, meet you all.” The dwarves’ leader cleared his throat and said, “You might want to follow us.” He offered. Our eyebrows creased together, and then we started looking at each other. “You don’t trust me?” The dwarf asked us, his gaze piercing but curious. “No, it’s just that-”

“Men are the harshest of races and they populate most of the realm, their numbers growing each year. They mostly destroy and enslave other races, but they are unable to use any form of magic, and live in stone cities that are under constant attack as the race is forever at war. The humans have many villages and cities, but the ones with the most population are Sential, Anate, Seran, Vanaat and Denafer." “Impressive.” Tuviel nodded, “The dwarfs and trolls?” Astria bit her bottom lip as she began to recall what she knew, speaking each word from memory. “The trolls are a powerful race that stand around twelve feet tall, but they are at peace with almost every race and are said to be welcoming.