Sméagol My Precious Novels & Stories

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Mixed into the clean scent of the spring water in the air was a corroding sweetness that tasted like rotten sweet almonds. This was the smell of a drug called Silver Mist. It was a vicious, forbidden drug that could make people show symptoms like they were drunk in a short while, but would then eventually cause irreversible nerve damage. This drug could only be obtained from the black market. I raised my head and saw Lilian not far away, standing beside the champagne tower, a vicious smile appearing on her face. Many guests had already raised their glasses. "Don't drink it!" I shouted, but my voice was quickly drowned out by the live band's music.

Then, Megan turned and left! At that moment, it was only Ophelia, and Ambrose left in the resting lounge. “Hey!” Ophelia snapped back to her senses. She turned to Ambrose and said, “Little Kid, how dare you attack me? Do you know who I am? Let me go, and I will forget about this!” “I’m so sorry; I cannot let you go at the moment!” Ambrose smiled and approached Ophelia. He sized her up as he looked at her alluring curves. “Where is the Seven Exquisite Elixir?”

DAMON By the time I ran back to where the rest were, I caught a familiar scent and it immediately brought solace to my body. I followed the scent and my eyes widened at the view in front of me. Precious, stood with her head bent over a dark man, who I guessed to be none other than a rogue, with her nails digging into his scalp. I saw the man's hair fall disgracefully down his head, and from where I stood watching them I saw his mouth moving uncontrollably and I knew without being told that he was wailing.

"-- for an ancient magic shields it from the eyes of the ordinary. Normal folks like you and I, cannot even cross the dangerous Colchian streams, talk of finding its exact location." "That is why I have as a partner, a Magus, one whose blood flows with the very essence of the dark city." Milen smouldered confidently. "Hello, I'm Amelia." Geoff's leapt away startled from the petit goldie lock waitress. He took a second glance at her: studying her features, then walked to her, took up her right hand and placed his sun baked dry lips against the back of her palms. "It is always a pleasure to meet a lovely lady."

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

You can find me with it too, by changing the spell. There were tears of emotion in her eyes. ‘It's made with blood magic, so it's very strong.’ He kissed her forehead. ‘The spell is, Gaol eachdra idheilm, eternal love.’ He took a long lace from his trouser pocket and put his hand above it. ‘Fadna Chláir, forever connected, Cha chaill mi riamh, you will never lose me. Chan ann le draoidheachd, fóirneart no úine,

It writhed on the floor, as its body finally collapsed. I raised my head to the silver moon, and growled so fierce the earth shivered for a second. Strigurd rage knew no bounds. He hated blood magic more than those damn peasants. Immediately, a scent rich, with chocolate, struck the far end of my nostrils. I turned my head immediately to its direction and hammered away. The goddess had finally decided to take pity on me. I had only one hope, and that was to get to her alive. Strigurd surged with pace. Nothing withstood him as he left his heavy footprint after each step.

“Master David...” David reached out to interrupt Magus the moment he spoke. Then, he continued, “Listen to me, this jar of wine is called Exquisite Wine of Hundred Flowers and Fruits. It is brewed from hundreds of precious flowers and fruits, and it can improve the physique of the consumer and enhance their talent. It is of great value, so your ancestors must have gone through great painstaking efforts to brew it. The reason why it survives to this day is because they hoped that their descendants would use it to change their destiny. I, David Lidell, cannot seize this object of their painstaking effort and love.”