Sméagol My Precious Novels & Stories

What the hell is a'Little Smaug'? "Everyone else's beastmen are huge and fierce.Why are you so skinny?Are you a picky eater?"I pushed the food the tribe had sent over to him.Ignis batted it away with his wing in disgust. [I only consume high-purity mana gems.I do not eat mortal food.] "Who can afford a pet that eats gems every day?No wonder you're so tiny."I reached out a finger and gently pinned him against the stone slab with a smile.Even so,I mentally planned to visit the Grand Druid tomorrow to trade for some mana crystals.

“That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.” She ignored me and tried to cast something. “KLAH-ZOOMIA EXPLODIUS!” she screamed, flinging a glowing orb at me. It fizzled. Then turned into a frog. A confused frog, who croaked once and hopped straight into a nearby palace fountain. One of the guards, Sir Helgo—an older knight with half a beard and a big belly—squinted. “Was that a frog spell?” “No,” I said, completely deadpan. “It was revenge.”

"Purple Smoke! Let's end this!" Purple Smoke gave her all and defeated the control of the tune on her, turning the golden noted into ashes. Méah's sword just passed under her right ear, leaving a little slice on her skin on the neck. She counterattacked and elbowed Méah's back. Méah stumbled forward, accidentally losing grip on the sword. It was tossed in the air for several feet away but it obediently came back to her hand. Méah was almost falling flat on her face when Purple Smoke was about to threw a black spear on her back. Méah threw the sword to stop her but it didn't left her hand. Instead, it has turned into a silver whip and it went straight around Purple Smoke's neck as though it h

, Leo reassured, still keeping his emotions low. the cursed vampire Smirks, displaying his yellow teeth. “Awww so touching…” he taunted, “I’m sorry to interrupt the father and son reunion but it's for business. Why don’t you join us, Freya? “ Immediately, a portal opened beside him and a smiling Maggie stepped out. “We meet again, my witch,” he stated, eliciting a deep growl from all of us. “It’s a pleasure to be by your side, master.” Maggie stepped beside him and smirked at us.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

“The price for interfering with fate is steep.” Amelia exhaled, her breath a cloud in the chill air. She loosened the pouch, revealing the treasures she’d brought. “A moonstone amulet,” she said, holding it up so it caught the faint light. “Vials of enchanted essence. Rare and powerful.” Morgana inspected them, her expression still unreadable. Then, she shook her head, a smile curling her lips. “These trinkets are insufficient.” Amelia’s heart sank. “But they’re all I have. I thought—”

I was not sure I wanted to know. For a long moment he was silent, as if considering his response. “There are very few dragons left in this world,” he said. “Every dragon that remains is precious. It was never my intention to harm this one. His name is Valsaurienkachiel. We have fought as comrades in past wars. “That is not to say we are friends,” he added with a hint of laughter. “Exactly. I will take a couple of bottles of wine up with me, and hopefully we will be able to persuade him to part from the book.”

” Explained Thomas. “I think we need the right spell instead.” Said Megan looking nervous. “No baby we need both.” Replied Thomas as he grasped her hand. “Look I know you feel like you should have done more for Sage, but it didn’t work out that way. But we will win this one or die trying.” He added looking in her eyes. The astral plain shimmered and Megan felt a wave of a chill dance over her. Flipping pages in her book Megan found the perfect thing. The key of Solomon.

I corrected. Warm amusement rippled through our bond. I took my place at the head of the rough table, every eye fixed on me. “Thank you for coming,” I began, my voice steady. “I know you’re weary. But we must decide what comes next—now, while the stakes are clear.” “I am a Silvermane, the last of a bloodline that can channel divine power. During the battle, I absorbed the Moon’s Tear. Together, they… altered me. Let me become what you saw.”

Debbie nods, and John flashes a smile at her He carefully lays Precious on her bed he covers her with her blanket He stares at her "I hope you repay me one day, you were sent here for me and now, I have you trapped both physically and emotionally" he smiles, darn that necklace of yours He takes it off "You should suffer what you were made to, I did once" he takes the necklace and puts it in his pocket He walks away Shadows suddenly surround Precious, she wakes up and her eyes were all black. she slowly smirks ___________ a loud scream comes from the kitchen