Smeagol Novels & Stories

Her voice may sound sweet but behind it is laced with sarcasm and taunting. A peal of laughter that could make one's hair rise echoed around the room as Morrigan crouched in front of him. "I'm quite amazed by how you could handle such a potent drug. You exceeded my expectation." Morrigan reeks of fresh blood, as the damp ends of her dress sweep the marble floor with blood, some of it sticking on her legs. She lifted the dagger and stared at the tip of it. "You wanted to lead a nation, a kingdom that is yours. I am here to fulfill your dreams, my dear uncle. I will give you a nation that only you could lead. A place that is rightful for you. Let's call it Hell." Another terrifying burst of la

To her was given a large sword. When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in her hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day’s wages, and three quarts of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!"

“Dude, do you want me to give you a mirror? You got disgusting holes on your oily face. You’re a motherfucking kraken.” Gollum passively snickered at her comment. “But one of you is clearly out of place,” added Gray. “I mean, look at him.” She gestured her hand toward Gollum with a jeering expression. “One of you is clearly one of the irreplaceable cast of The Hobbit.” Fakey, Ursula and the tentacled-faced man who looked half the old man’s age couldn’t help but chortle at her remark. Gollum, on the other hand, was obviously displeased.

Because one of the golems is Hunger in disguise for Merlin. Cent turned to her father and grinned. "Wanna bet with me, daddy?"

Orion went through the enchantment, followed by Amora and Nicholas. The creature in front of me turned to see the commotion, letting out a heavy breath. “More disturbances,” he whispered to himself. He finally turned to me to answer my long-awaited question. “I’m Sugha son of Eman,… an Orc.”

And I caught sight of his fangs but he was not a vampire, his fangs were of the size of the werewolves. A werewolf? “Guess, you’ve mastered hiding your scent,” I said, half a smile on my face, and neither of us looked away as our gazes met. “And you still managed to notice. Miss…?” He lifted his thick arched brow and I extended my hand with my name, but a fake one, “Hana…” His smirk only got more prominent at my name, “King…” he shook my hand lightly and I noticed his hand was large, warm, with impossibly long fingers and of course the veins.

Fuck. "Well, I know just the place. Come along now, will ya,” Rodgirgo said and his best friend followed him, ignoring the blood that had pooled on the floor back at his office or the broken vase that seemed to be calling for help. Honestly, it was easier dealing with a pissed Aztec because then he wasn't as unstable and as unpredictable as a happy Aztec. But then an angry Aztec screamed murder to anyone who dared crossed him anyway. **** [SANDRA]

It was obvious by the scratches on its face and the blood on Herb's hands that he had put up one hellova fight. But he had ultimately failed. The Eater held on to him and even pinned him to the ground not even acknowledging the fact that it had lost its original surface. We watched in horror as it pulled a huge fog out of Herb's mouth, bigger than any I had ever seen. In the back of my mind, I attributed that to the combination of Becky and Herb's souls. The creature gave a purr of pleasure as soon as the last tendril of smoke was pulled into its mouth. It sat up drowsily and closed its eyes almost to relish in the moment.

he grumbles. I need to find a more fitting word than buffoon and sparky pants to describe my kidnapper. Nincompoop, blockhead, and dumbbell don't have the proper connotation, so I'll keep thinking. "Oh, I'm so scared," I squeal as we plunge down the side of the mountain again. Ninnypooper doesn't seem to mind my false intonation. He laughs gleefully even when he knows he hasn't terrified me. I've come to the conclusion dragons are simpleminded.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.