Novel & Cerita Sméagol My Precious

The metallic taste of copper floods my mouth as the warm crimson droplet falls directly onto the glowing facets of the cursed gem. The moment my pure Mooncrest blood touches the silver band, the stagnant, freezing magic inside the metal shudders violently, reacting to the true sovereign signature of my lineage. The paralyzing spell shatters with a sharp, glass-like ‘ping’ that echoes only in my mind, releasing my muscles and allowing me to leap back into the fray just as Dawn Mercer gains the upper hand.

“Sorry, mate. This is Kell Cross and Amara Vega. She’s the Breija Mathias told you about.” The man shakes Kell’s hand jovially, then turns to me with a bemused grin. “Don’t be scared, little girl. I promise these teeth only eat animal meat.” I blush, embarrassed that he noticed my gaping, but I recover quickly. Pulling myself together, I bravely extend my hand and manage to stutter out, “I-I’m so sorry for being… rude. It’s so crass.” He waves my excuse away and says, “Not a problem, love. I’m used to muggles being surprised by my gorgeous face.”

The blue man laughed, his dark eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror, "you're quite mouthy. " He shrugged, "but I supposed that's to be expected. My name is Sheamus Creeden. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Stewart." My blood ran cold. Everyone knew about Sheamus. He was the number one potion gangster in our world. His black market potions, spells, charms and hexes were well known, of the highest quality and usually, utterly fatal. "Nice to meet you too. " Ben muttered, pulling me into his lap.

I snapped, giving the skinhead that stood at the entrance to the cell a sideline glance, not bothering to cover the long phallus tower of my cock when his eyes strayed to my groin. “Y-Your Majesty, It’s Gobar...he’s uh...here to see you,” Hagrid gritted, and something in his tone made me turn to stare him in the eye, hissing when he maintained eye contact before he snapped his gaze away. Gobar. The dark Shadowling Mage that had pledged his allegiance to me what felt like centuries ago. He had seen something in the Burning City...Something he thought he could use, binding me by oath to give it to him when he had worked long enough.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” “I’m here to ask you to return my mom’s earrings….” She scoffed, “What? Are you serious? Since she left this world, this is mine already.” I saw her wearing those earrings that belong to my mom, and Thaddeus said. “Wait,” “Why?” Thaddeus walked towards Emily, and he easily took off the earrings on Emily’s ear. Emily was shocked, “How did you do that?!” While Thaddeus was looking at the earrings with a grin on his face, he said, "The rare black stone is contained within the earrings."

Paige then explained to her, "I'm going to find out soon, my mother told me that on my 16th birthday, she would give me the magic herb called Soul’s revelation, I still have a month to wait but I can't stop thinking about it. Let me explain to you, this magic herb allows you to find out if you have a particular energy reserve, once swallowed you do a first test to find out if you are a mage, a warrior or a simple human. And if you realize that you have a energy reserve then you have to do a second test to know if you are a mage or a warrior. This second test will allow you to know your potential if you are a mage, and if you are a warrior then your potential are already unlimited, it is up t

He took a brief sniff to ascertain its contents and began to down the liquid inside. Village Head Samoa wanted to strangle the man, but held the impulse in. The jug was filled with the carefully treated honey of a century old Platinum Bee – a High Class Magical Beast. It was a treasure that he had saved for a long time, and whenever he took it out, he only took a sip and placed it back in its hiding spot. Even then, his heart ached from wasting the precious mead. Yet this man had nonchalantly started drinking it like it was his own. There was no way someone with Kaka’s skills and experience didn’t know what that was.

a character whose dialogue had been sold to a stranger. The Shadow-Heir didn't stop there. He turned his gaze to Kaelen and Elora, who were huddled together in the shadow of the bridge. "The 'Thistle Scent' is the most requested asset of the season," the Shadow-Heir whispered. "Let's see what the 'High Rollers' will pay for a 'Royal Scent-Strip'." The "Silver-Crest" white streak in Kaelen's hair began to glow with a blinding, mercury intensity, and the boy's form began to "Detach" from the floor.

“Just think about it. We could both get what we want. I’ll be more powerful with you by my side and you’d have Saga. We could be happy together.” At that moment I realized that she was completely insane. Whatever goodness she had in her had been destroyed by her lust for power. “I stopped any chances you had of doing that spell. You might as well just give her to me, you have no further need for her.” “You can’t have her without me!” Her eyes flashed dangerously as she finally realized that she’d never have me or my magic. “Smärta.” I felt the most intense pain in my head that I had ever felt. Dezrael had locked eyes with me. I didn’t understand the language she was speaking but I knew it wa

About me? "Excuse me! In my defense, I can't remember anything that happened to me here. So, forgive me if I can't remember you, Ms.?!" I stood straight in front of her, defending my honor... at least. I had no idea, but I thought I saw the image of my unknown mother in her. I felt scared a tad bit. The scary feeling of a disobedient son to his loving and strict mom. "Hmp! Apology accepted, Thorin. You even forgot my name. I am Magenta. You usually called me Mommy Maggie before, and you like raw meat a lot. You were a carnivore Thorin. You're very mischievous, too!"