Smeagol Novels & Stories

But near the north door, there is a stairway going up but it's blocked by rubble. Marika runs and opens the northern door and gasps. The light of my lantern streams into the doorway and revealed a huge, muscled monster stooping over. He holds a massive spiked club in one hand and a melon-sized rock on the other hand. It's an Ogre. The Ogre smiles a jagged tooth grin, “I've been expecting you. I am your humble king, Gobler.”

"I am in need of information, not spirits." The dwarf shrugged. "Suit yourself. My name's Gormec. I one of the owners of Neverland. You know, in case you wanted to show you had some manners or something." Halafarin rolled his eyes. Why were others so stiff about being sociable? The elf had no time for niceties. People were dying. "Have you heard of a strange killing in these parts? A human turned into a statue from the trunk of a banana tree?" Gormec shook his head, his dark beard swishing across his chest. "No, no. I can't think that I have. Something like that would stand out, you know, make for bad business."

I added. He gave me a kiss and then we drove back to the bakery and spotted Nix and Sera on the park across. We walk there and then I told them our plan. "I'm in." "Me too." Sera chimed in. "Quick question, how are we going to send them to the ocean again?" "I can help." We turned to see a man. "And you are?" I questioned him. "I'm, Paolo Ricci. A warlock." He looked at me and smiled.

I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Suddenly an unfamiliar figure came into view giggling and clapping his hands in a sinister way as he narrowed his gaze at me. His stare remained fixed on me with an unerring intensity. I gulped down a lump trying to gather my thoughts together as my heart raced while Nyx's growl turned into a fierce snarl. "I told you," Nyx states. Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes as she gloats. Soon the man's lips wiggled into a snicker. “I must say, Sage has quite the taste”

Smagul didn't realize he would regret his carelessness in the future. “Hmm, this evil body is quite comfortable. Hey, human, can you hear me?” Smagul spoke to Lewis from within his body. “Of course, I can hear you, fool.” “Huh, this human is so arrogant; if I didn't need you, I would have crushed you to pieces.” “Be quiet and let me use your weak power.” Lewis mocked Smagul's abilities. Lewis searched for Andy and Tolana's whereabouts, as Smagul's son was already dead. Soraka not only injured him but killed him with the sword used by Andy earlier. Soraka transformed his power into a sword and injured Smagul's son while in the mine.

He didn't want to be discovered before he was ready. "Thorstein, I am not without wits!" Njord countered angrily. "I have not drunk any mead, nor eaten any unknown mushrooms. I know what I saw. Could it be the man that was found on the beach? The rumors said he was reportedly a Sköll, did they not?"

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

Weston Vaughn sees me as a bug flying around his head, a nuisance that only causes him frustration. “If I had to guess, he’s more of a triple fudge sundae, gooey brownie kind of guy and not a low carb, low sugar diet kind of brownie.” “Huh?” Xana lifts a brow at me, turning her face away from her screen. “Explain this Daphne logic to me, please.”

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

It was a giant, multi-armed mechanical Buddha made entirely of jagged chrome, glowing red optical sensors, and writhing, exposed synthetic Qi-meridians. "ROGUE WEAVER," the horrific entity—the Grand Compiler—spoke. Its voice was a sickening, overlapping chorus of thousands of digitized screams. "YOU HAVE CORRUPTED THE DAO. WE WILL ASSIMILATE YOUR ORIGIN CODE AND REBUILD A FLAWLESS HEAVEN." "Flawless?" Caleb rumbled, stepping in front of Scarlett, his massive Sovereign claws extending. "You look like a walking junkyard." Scarlett stepped out from behind his broad back, her starlight brush spinning gracefully in the zero-gravity environment. The First Weaver looked at the mechanical abominatio