Smart Minion Novels & Stories

"I come in peace and wish only a few hours to visit my friends." "Uncle Tahr, you must come and see my new machine," Ashrac immediately responds and I can't help but smile. In dragon form I'm sure my smile looks ferocious and this just causes my sharp teeth to spread further. Ashrac is a young teenager now and is fascinated with electronic devices that don't work in the dragon realms. It's the magic that keep them from doing whatever they were designed to do. Ashrac doesn't care. A few years ago, I brought him a circular robot that cleans human floors in the earth's realm. You would think it was a mountain of gold by how much he coveted the useless item.

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

Effect: +1 luck. Last wishes of weak pink slimes? Now that he looked around, Zen saw that there were no more tiny pink slimes using him as a playground. Only one was left, and it was the only one who wanted to become his pet. “Meep!” Zen accepted the request, and he received a new title. === Slime Tamer Description: Your compassion for the weak baby slimes moved their hearts. Effects: You can summon a pink slime pet in dungeons floors 1 to 10 for 5 seconds every 2 minutes.

: 1 HP. :40 Exp. :(60/200) Stats Strength :7 Agility. :5 Endurance. :7 Stamina. :5 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(100/100) Family No. : 0 Credits : 1,00,400 Condition. : poor eyesight Build. : thin Combat Strength :24 Skills learned. : None

He wiggled his shoulder playfully. “Can’t it wait until I am sane?” She yawned, nuzzling against his neck. In a heartbeat, Albert gathered Shadow’s small body inside his masculine arms and nestled her head against his shoulder. His eyes fell on that sleepy girl. Shadow was a small girl. Although he had an average height amongst the beast's people, still, he was still hella tall and enormous for Shadow. Shadow was the smallest adult in this part of the world – The Unknown. Her height and body were smaller than even five years old children. Probably was the reason that he was beloved by everyone.

But, with William’s size and strength, he managed to get to it first and sealed it shut. His smile is of a Cheshire’s cat, a victorious grin. Minerva went to the opposite side of her bed. She looked back and fathomed that the only thing on her back was the wall with a closed window a few inches from her. Her bed for years in front and a tiny bed-side table with a cheap lamp that she bought from Etsy. Technically, she’s trapped. “Come here, Minerva.” She tried not to cry or even shed a tear but her emotions seemed to conquer over her mind. She did shed one tiny tear. Then followed by another.

Now, I can't wait to see our little mini me. THE END~

The air grew colder, and the oppressive darkness seemed to deepen as the creature emerged, its figure towering and ominous. The minion she had summoned was no ordinary servant of darkness. Clad in armor that seemed forged from the void itself, the being moved with a silent grace that belied its hulking frame. Its eyes, empty voids of pure blackness, stared forward with a single-minded focus. Each step it took was soundless, as if the very ground feared to acknowledge its presence. A long, serrated blade hung at its side, dripping with a dark, ichorous substance that sizzled upon contact with the air.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i