Snotlout X Tuffnut Novels & Stories

Royalty or not, he could go to the pit of the sea and stay there. Sophia nibbled her sandwich. “How did your date go with the prince?” I slouched with a frown. Sophia lifted a brow. “That bad, huh?” My lips remained sealed. “It's to be expected,” Guardian Shelliot added. “Guardian Torus is no gentleman. He’s a world-class slimebag. I just want to punch him and never stop.” She fisted her hand just for effect. I chuckled.

The fire roared to life, blue at first, before it settled down to orange and yellow. Sprout clapped his tiny hands and cheered from where he was perched on Titan’s shoulder. The little tree dweller with his shrill voice and the hulking future Beta with his thundering baritone were an unlikely pair of friends but Cory rather liked the duo. During the fire show, Fracture and Leech had been cooking. Fracture was almost as bulky as Titan but pale whereas Titan had a deep brown skin tone. Fracture turned his pale grey eyes upon Cory. “Ready for dinner, Lady Corinna,” said Fracture.

Dead. But she'd messed up. The Suvari Family doesn't hand their throne to outsiders—especially not snakes in designer heels. I forced my eyes open, found the clock. Three minutes left. Gianna sighed, already bored. "You're tougher than I thought." She smoothed her dress, flashing that cold little smile. "Guess I'll do you a favor and finish the job myself."

Both share and friendly laugh at one another. A knock on the door surfaces followed by a dense tone of voice. “Dinner, mess hall, five minutes.” The voice demands before the sound of their footsteps leave. Troy looks over at the door and manages to laugh a little. He takes his robe and slides it on to cover his firm and naked body. Lutas leers over to his friend in a questioning manner. “Now what the hell is so damn funny?” Troy grips the edges of his cloak and gives a small smile and looks over at him. “When I was casting the spell, I could feel my energy draining. It almost felt like I was going to die. Then you came into the room. Somehow it felt like I was regaining my energy.” The elf s

The wind swept through the forest with a haunting whistle, carrying the scent of gunpowder and blood. The ragged group, now nestled deep within the shadowed woods, reassembled with grim determination. Dino crouched beneath a mossy overhang, surveying the perimeter with the trained eye of a former actor-turned-security chief.

A congregation of egrets drifted by, and the chat lit up instantly. The Egrets Shared Account: [Miss Fruit is feeding Thor the Tiger again. The drumsticks are humongous this time!]

My voice drips with sarcasm. "Hey, moral support is important," he says, not bothering to move from his comfortable position. Before we go, Rowan pulls out a marker and scribbles her number on Danny's arm. The ink bleeds slightly into his skin. He winks at her and she grins back, clearly pleased with herself. I groan loudly. "Really? You two?" "What? He's a cutie." Rowan says, grabbing one of my boxes without looking apologetic.

I mumble. "I am Torin, this is Cadac and that is Adrit, the one you hit with your foot covering," the blonde states. I nod my head at all three. My stomach rumbled and I turned red. I wave towards my backpack gauging their reaction and slowly pull it towards me. Digging through the pockets I find my pine nuts and begin shoveling several into my mouth. I'm crunching noisily and Torin holds his palm out towards me.

But when it happens, it’s mostly amusing. The seven of us share a look before bursting into amusing chuckles at Gusteau’s sassy comment. Gusteau is an introverted genius who loves nothing more than sleeping and eating. He is a walking sloth who does not like to move muscles. Surprisingly, he gets the thing done with perfection. ‘Oh, here it!’ The gossip monga of the group, Sunny perked up. Sunny is the second eldest member of the lot, following Adrian and preceded by Gusteau. A designated Alpha, Sunny generally works as a shadow brain for multiple coinciding territories in his neighbouring packs.