Sméagol Or Gollum Novels & Stories

"H--he was kidnapped?!" My eyes opened wider than before. Hearing Amelie's explanation, I knew who the sorcerer she was referring to was. The sorcerer used to be a member of the Yellow Moon Pack, both Lennon and I have often used her services. She is known as a very powerful sorcerer named Gloria. I took her out of the Yellow Moon Pack because she embarrassed me.

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

The Gnomes march up the hill with lanterns made of fireflies. Among the many Gnomes lined up irregularly, six Ogres raised a large throne of Edmund the King of the South, as well as a Troll at his side. No need to wonder how Edmund got the Gnomes to serve him. Gnomes are potential creatures who are not very intelligent. They get very upset when they don't have a leader.

“Did I mess with him a bit too much?” Red Rose wondered as small beads of sweat filled her forehead. She sported a wry smile as she watched the Blood Golems fragment into chunks of rock and blood and merge into one whole. Before her eyes, a large Blood Golem that was over 8 meters tall was formed!

"Well done, Johnny, pretty close to the truth. They’re not mystical creatures, but some kind of ice robots created by magicians. Mystical creatures, like us, are alive." The professor, moving wand gathered some chairs in a circle, and then he signalled the three children to sit down. Alexander also approached them. "Ostende Revelare Golem", Knudlac said. A dense fog appeared, focused in one point, followed by a small explosion and a projection of an ice golem popped up. The professor swirled it with his wand to the left and to the right, enlarged it and shrank it, rotating it in all directions, so that the three children could see it better.

His voice was like scraping knives Disregarding the skin desperately in need of moisturizer, I instantly hated Dumah. “He isn't Miss Manners either,” I scoffed. “So what are you? A Nazgul? Is Samael Sauron and I some wayward hobbit?” Dumah wheezed with laughter. “ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?”

After noticing that scene, the priestess, who was concentrating on burning those corpses and blood moths, also frowned. Gargamel was a sorcerer who emerged in the same era as his master, Ulricus. Both his status in the Fake Shrine and his combat power were much higher than that of the priestess. The sorcerer was infuriated. The moment this monster was summoned, the mountain was engulfed in endless horror. “Priestess, if you don’t stop right now, don’t blame me for being rude to you!” Gargamel’s body continued to emit a constant stream of black aura. At this point, his eyes had turned black.

SILAS'S POV "What is this abomination?" Alpha King Zemo asked. The creature could not be described but I have seen it in the pages of a book in the Sages library. "It's called a Gulk." I said. "It's a creature of magic. Mere steel blades can't destroy it." I said.

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.

The smoke-face of the Devourer hovered in the air, then shot toward the Stone Golem. "With this body, I do not need to hide!" The smoke seeped into the magma fissures in the golem’s chest. The golem looked up, letting out a roar that vibrated even more intensely. The magma cracks in its body widened, radiating a searing heat. Now it was controlled directly by the Devourer. "Everyone, fall back!" the High Priestess ordered. But Siron didn't move. He stood between the unconscious Gideon and the injured Stefan, facing the giant golem. In his mind, he heard Morat and Lyra arguing rapidly.