Novel & Cerita Sméagol My Precious

While the gaping red mouth and burning eyes of the creature on the other side roared so loud my bones shook. I love you, Gram's magic said. Now, finish this. I gathered the precious power she'd given me. And threw it at Ameline. ***

I can even hear the chattering of the magical creatures. I step into the entire hall. A combination of various herbs and ingredients, smoky incense, and strange chemicals fills the air. The scent of magic itself permeates everything, as if it has its own distinct smell. Someone approaches me and bows, "Welcome back, Mage Serra." I smile back at him, trying to remember his name. If I am not mistaken, it's Mage Elio. "It's been a long time," he adds. "Yes, it has," I reply with a smile of my own. "But please, call me Serra now."

While Jin rummaged through the goods, Eden walked back and forth across the room, scouring the room for anything new and glancing at the skin in anticipation of the breathing heaving skin. "Are you sure it is already dead?" The black hair retreated towards the mint-haired boy. Jin gave the boy piercing eyes as if to say are-you-crazy: "Had you seen anything that has been removed with only a skin like this alive?" Eden mumbled under his breath: “Who knows? It is a magical creature!" The owner of Swag Items didn't reply. He understood this younger brother's fear of the whole world: "Your stuff." And threw on the table a gray box containing (almost) the entire fortune of the apprentice wizard b

“This is not good. This is really not good.” “M’liege?” Louis said with confusion. Dragomir stood up and started pacing the room. “Who is this old woman?” he demanded. “She has a potion that will turn the werewolf human again,” he replied. “Really?” Dragomir said with piqued interest. “I have never heard of such a thing. Are you certain of this?” “Yes, M’liege,” he said firmly. Dragomir flipped the lid of Nandru’s cigar box open and ran his fingers over the outrageously expensive Cuban cigars that formed a neat row.

I began to feel my mouth fill with blood as he pushes the blade in and squeezes the bag with clear liquid, "But this here. This is more precious than even you, my pet. A special blend of grade-A cocaine and just the right amount of wolf's bane. Not enough to kill, just enough to make it...potent. This way we can have a wonderful time without worrying about you passing out from the pleasure."

“Protect the inner ring!” I’m done waiting for orders. Silver flashes through me—not wild, not out of control, but sharp and focused. I step forward, hands up, heart racing. Listen, I urge it. The power listens. The earth under the corrupted wolves cracks open, silver light webbing across the dirt. They jerk and stumble, snarling, their movements ugly and wrong. One of them turns, eyes meeting mine. And something in it…knows me. It hesitates. I feel the magic inside it, threads of power tangled tight, forcing it to obey. Lydia’s magic—cold, cruel, ruthless.

My wolf struggled, no longer from pain, but from rage and awakening. I opened my eyes wide, and the world had changed. Everything was sharper, brighter. I could see the individual threads of power that connected each pack member. I could see them flowing to Damien and his father. But there was something else—a silver light emanating from my hands, from my skin, pulsing in time with my racing heart. “What the hell…” Alpha Thorne began, but his voice was drowned out by a thunderous roar. I looked up. The full moon, already unbearably bright, blazed like a supernova. Silver light cascaded down, touching no one else. Only me. The protective spells of the ceremonial circle broke, ancient magic sh

Fletcher turned to me in surprise and said, "You're the first person Lord Allen has ever accepted. He's not showing any signs of rejection. This is incredible!" The other dogs seemed to sense something terrible and quickly retreated, hiding far away from me. The only one left at my side was the beautiful Alaskan Malamute named "Lord Allen". "In that case, Lord Allen is now under your care. All his meals will be delivered by staff. This is Lord Allen's meal list. He is extremely picky, so you must memorize everything on it." I took the stack of papers. It was nearly ten pages long, and I fell silent.

Morrigan's face leaned closer to Colfre, her breath warm and minty. Her scent of lavender is like the scent of spring and home. Lingering in Colfre's senses as her hand caresses his cheeks. Colfre stiffened under her touches. His hands clenching by the door of his chambers. Keeping himself composed under Morrigan's alluring touches and sweet voice. "Promise me that you will come back alive." Morrigan's voice is hushed as her nose brushes on his skin. Sending shivers to his body, every hair in his body rising. His jaws clench. Colfre could feel his heart hammering inside of him as Morrigan's hands slowly crept on his nape and hair.

The silver poisoning was taking its toll on the Alpha's body. Chloe cleared her throat and I looked up from Tor's embrace. She raised an eyebrow as she held out a cup of tea. "I'm afraid you won't be getting out of this visit without drinking one of my brews," she said with a smirk. Tor narrowed his eyes at her and then at the mug in her hand. "What kind of foul business is this?" he asked, his nose crinkling. "It is my own brew, actually. A silver poisoning antidote made from dried moonflowers, yellow dock, and witch hazel. Plus of course, a bit of magic," she finished, giving me a wink.