Sméagol My Precious Novels & Stories

Felicia's eyes lit up and she looked eagerly at Severin when he heard that there were treasures. Severin did not know how to react to that. "It's for Diane, not you." "For me? What kind of treasure is it? Now I'm getting curious!" Diane then smiled. "Judging from how happy you look, I bet they're really amazing!" Severin smiled and said, "Of course, they are! I've been given something that can help you change your attainment talent. It's a single drop of millennia-old spiritual liquid." "Do you have any more of that, Brother-in-Law? I want some too!" Megan asked, tugging Severin's arm.

“Can’t you just have someone make you your own everlasting flagon?” Mydera sent me a cheeky smile. “Sounds that simple, doesn’t it?” Then she glared. “And we prefer to be called mages, dear, not gypsies.” Then she held up a finger and turned away from us so she could stroll around the campsite. “But it just so happens that the only man to figure out how to perfect the everlasting flagon incantation and enchantment died before sharing his specialty with anyone else. So…” She shrugged. “They’re extremely rare. Your mother must’ve been very important to get her hands on one.”

The potion worked and brought Silver back on this same day because if it had been done so days before, Sage would not have been at the hall for this event. The old witch did not scam me, after all. “Wolves of The Darkfangs Pack!” At the top of my voice, I screamed. “There is something you must see and I promise you won't regret this!” Again, I shouted, moping at Sage whose end had come. “Eleanor?” She cried. “You won't do this, will you?” “I'll do anything to bring you down, Sage—” I chuckled and looked at the wolves who moped at us—in our direction with questioning gazes on their countenance.

She shook her head. “I can’t. My mirror could be broken if I push her to picture him…” Slova poured a potion into a silver goblet. It was red colored fluid and so thick with horrible scent. Slova swigged it all. She wiped her mouth after drinking it and blenched twice. The princess looked at her with her arched eyebrows. “He’s so powerful. I am pretty sure he’s not coming from this earth…” Slova explained as she put the goblet back on the table.

Amy screams, her fury completely breaking her noble mask. This rejected slut is actually demanding the exact same luxury dishes as her table, and she is ordering twice the amount! How can a scarred moonborn be worthy of consuming the same meat? "What? Does this grand lodge not even store basic Sendevision?" I ask, completely ignoring Amy’s screaming as I look back at the stunned server. "Fine, if your cellars are barren, then bring us two flagons of the '82 Consaice vintage instead." The server stands there completely frozen, his mind unable to process how a broke wolf knows the names of the most sacred elixirs in the territory.

"When the days are cold, and the cards all fold. And the saints we see, are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail, and the ones we hail. Are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale. I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you. But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide. When you feel my heat, look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide, don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide. It's where my demons hide" She was humming the melody of demons' song. The chef who was taking out the ingredients and doing small chores for preparing dinner coarse widened his eyes at her melodious humming. Even though she was just humming

The only payment was to bring him the blood of wolves that he enjoyed ever so often. That was years ago and I must say the debt had surpased its payment date. Ghost caws as he begins flying above the fools heads. I tapped my nails over the hard cover of the spell book. "It is settled then. I shall repay Ragus today with a special treat." I smirked. Cylester would beyond question be very tasty. " Hopefully he has forgiven me for taking so long to repay him." I murmur and start speaking in tongues.

“Um, so Famke, would you like to go to dinner with me?” “I’m busy.” “I didn’t even say when yet.” “I’ll be busy whatever day you pick, Jack.” “I’ll keep trying. I really like your spunk, Famke.” “Mommy!” Precious took the time to wake from her nap and noted where they were from her perch in Royal’s arm. She covered her nose, “ew, why does the man smell so bad?” Famke looked to her daughter and slid the espresso across the counter. She unwrapped her apron and tossed it at Keshaun’s head, “clown.” Keshaun laughed as she took Precious out of Royal’s arms. “Give me my kid.”

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.

Musa said and Nayyab almost choked. What?! She can't even afford to be here?! "Oh yeah sure sure. Who's she by the way?" Sabina asked curiously. "A family friend, Nayyab." He said smiling softly. "Ah let me look at her, oh my she is really precious just like her name means Nayyab (precious)." She said smiling at the beautiful girl and Nayyab smiled widely thinking, Okay I take my words back, she is not a goat...she is nice.