Smeagol Novels & Stories

(Store Manager Corn) Store Manager Corn, is a 2.5 meter tall, Werewolf, a giant of a person, very menacing even. But in truth he is very calm and docile person, despite his race and looks, he is an Sergeant Army veteran, and what is funny about him is that he is named Corn by his previous slaver, and that is because he is a Vegan Werewolf and actually allergic to meat. And he is also here as a protection initiative for Yggdrasil, of which I personally put him here.

"Damn it, I thought someone was playing with each other on this. I didn't expect that it was a fucking stinky man and a smelly beast." As the thing rose from the vortex, a low curse sounded at the same time. The water around the vortex surged, and a thing covered in sand and stones slowly stretched out from the ground. He was like a dummy piled up with mud and sand. He had a fish mouth, two eyes like two pearls, eyebrows like shrimps, a huge red crab on his head and a shining silver steel fork in his hand. When he saw Samuel, his eyes flashed with extreme disdain.

She moves her mouth along with his thrusts and tries to lick him as much as possible. "Oh shit doll, your mouth is so hot." He moans biting down his lower lip showing her, his front tooth that is a little crooked. She bobs her head back and forth fast feeling him twitch in her mouth. "Oh yeah just like that." He moans throwing his head back holding her head in place while thrusting down her throat. She gags on him and tries to pull away but he keeps holding her head and keeps on thrusting in her mouth faster and bursts out his hot juices in her mouth, with a loud moan of her name. Rosie chokes and starts coughing, causing it to spill around her mouth. "Oh no! Are you spilling? Gosh you're wa

Infact , the deep fissure that was enough to swallow Her and Ron whole was no where enough to even take a single hoove of that monster . " What in the world is that ?" said Chelsea with a deep breath , trying her best to not to freak out " Its horrible and What's this horrible stench coming in our direction " The closer the monster came to them , the closer it brought it stench of rotting meat with it . Soon the stench wafting over to their direction overcame her nostrils and Chelsea silently gagged . Gosh , when was the last time this monster took a bath ? " Its a minotauraus " said Malcolm unlike Ron and Chelsea he haven't covered his nose ; maybe being closer to the minotauraus for so lon

I find it very difficult to look away to rest on the Muffin that I have in my hands and which I bite. Nobody says anything, and it's normal, it's six in the morning, nobody wants to have any fucking conversations. -Well guys. It is time to confess. Who has eaten my cereal?- Scott complains putting both arms around his waist. We all grimace before looking at him. Fucking useless. -Okay, I'll have toast.

Some of the elves chuckled and some even stuck out their tongues. “While moving further to the south, a man became obsessed with becoming King. He is arrogant, selfish, stingy, greedy, and dictatorial. Leading outcasts like Trolls, Ogres, vultures, and even Cyclops." Wiggy squeezed the fork he was holding until it bent. The Elves joined in a growl, some sticking out their tongues again, this time with displeased faces.

Roy and the werewolf stared at each other while walking in circles, neither wanting to be the first to attack. From the looks of it, this one was of a higher rank, as it wasn’t quick to attack like the others were. Roy had totally forgotten about the second werewolf and only realized his mistake when it descended on him from behind, biting him in the process. He was on the ground whining and groaning. The weight was soon off him as he noticed a brown werewolf which he recognized as his beta sink its teeth into the other werewolf’s neck. In that moment, he saw the larger werewolf retreat back into the forest.

Warren shouted, "Everyone looked up and crowded around the screen. "The basket ogress, some stories say she can bring herself back to life, and she'll bestow wealth on anyone who can capture her child," Warren pointed at the screen. "She's a giant," I know you are strong, Warren, but you are not that strong. The five of us would struggle to take down a giant." "Depends on the definition of giant," Jack rattled the dice in his hand. "El Silbon was ten feet tall. Can he be classified as a giant?."

Mjeal laugh as he said so. As the other guy name was exposed, a big and bold charter instantly had once again appeared after a long time above the guy at the other end of the phone who was scratching the laboratory mask outside as it was starting to make the skin under it felt itchy to the core. Name: Mjeal Agle Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000003 Species: Evolved Eagle Monster Original form: Eagle Intelligence: Conscious Organization: New Secret Illegal Researching [Immature]

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****