The Genie In A Bottle Novels & Stories

Gareth screamed and followed behind them. “What have you done?!” Bola asked over the wind. He was so frustrated with problems to keep coming his way. “Nothing terrible,” Gareth said. He was few inches from them, “Just a few tricks with the cards.” “Gareth,” Bola gnashed his teeth at the man, unsure what to say anymore. “This way,” he said instead as they rounded another corner in the dark. The mobs hurried pass and did not see them. The object was in a small bottle and was glowing. It looked like a bud but had little words inscribed on its body.

His dark, slightly too long hair and aquamarine eyes against tan skin and a muscled body were like a digital painting. Each of his wrists was tattooed in black tribal cuffs. To the general population the tattoos didn't say much, except maybe he'd gone through a rebellious phase. But to those who understood the supernatural world, the marks declared Laeddin was a genie. Laeddin didn't wear the normal attire for a genie. He had on a faded pair of jeans and red tee shirt, the kind that cost six hundred bucks a piece. Behind him was his white Mercedes convertible. The top was still down due to the unseasonably warm weather we were having.

“This is my message in a bottle. I've been stranded on an island of money, and I didn't even realize it.” I took the bottle in my shaking hands. It was the shape of a small bottle of wine and made of clear glass with a cork stopper. There was sand and a rolled up piece of paper resting inside of it. “Will you read it?” he asked quietly. His voice held hope and desperation. I looked up from the delicate glass to see his face. Moonlight shone in his eyes, fear and concern sparkling in their depths.

Majority of a clergy of priests are not left out of the spirit of the gin age, some priests have been caught countless of times drinking gin in the name of the church communion wine. Out of every five couples, three were married as one partner had successfully hypnotized by the other with the use of a magical spell- the love potion. An age where true love seem not to exist, jinn was used by so many country folks to wish themselves of valuable things to the detriment of others, and even to wish themselves someone else's husbands. especially in the aspect of using love potions to forcefully collect someone's love partner, most of such victims act like puppets.

I said. Sidhiel and limiel gulp in fear while Eclipsa just being her, "So, I turned around beside me I use a simple enchant power which is commanding fire to give me light and I get inside the cave" I said and Sidhiel shouts at me, "WHY WOULD YOU GET INSIDE THE CAVE?!" She said in worry I laugh at her and Eclipsa giggle so does Limiel, "I was just kidding...,ehm!, okay for real now," I said and sidhiel sigh of relief, "Why your so serious bitch" I said to sidheil and I laugh for the last time,

Jim outside waiting for him. Soon the Scientist came back with a little bottle in his hand. "Here it is" He handed them the little bottle which was wrapped tightly. "You know? I know that it works on Zombies just fine but I don't know how it works on humans, So you better be careful with it. I won't bear any consequences if anything goes wrong because of your carelessness " He warned them seriously and timely. "Thank you. I know that you have everything in place" Mr. Jim smiled at him and let Charlotte take the bottle.

Just as I felt myself slipping, Genny appeared beside me and placed a vial in my hand. “I prepared this,” she said quietly. “A healing tonic. It will strengthen you. In a few days… your power should return.” I stared at her in disbelief, and then i drank it quickly. Warmth spread through my veins like fire and sunlight mixed together. It wasn’t complete restoration—but it was hope. The girl stabilized. Her breathing evened out. She lived. Afterward, Genny approached me again, and her shoulders slumped. “I know what you want,” she said softly. “But it won’t be easy. I can’t just betray Selene—no matter what you think of me.”

The cyborg resembled a milk delivery boy holding them. “Are you happy now? I extorted as many bottles as possible from the old man until he chased me out. We should be able to defeat the corrupted fairy queen with these many bottles.” Shaking his head, Zen pulled Damian along the road until they were away from the church’s sight. Then, he turned to the bottles and blessed them again, shocking Damian, who looked offended. “You!” he growled at Zen. “You made me get holy water when you could make them?!”

Shaped like a cork. “What the hell?” Alexis unconsciously let out, ignoring Agathus who clicked his tongue at her language while she observed the bottle, “the bottle can move on its own?” Adam laughed at her expression of stupidity. “It’s a magical condition. It does that when it’s full” replied Hector, holding back a smirk, but his twitching lip betrayed him. “Well it’s good to know they work” Adam shrugged still grinning and then suddenly threw another bottle to Alexis, “now. Let’s get started”.

“This is my message in a bottle. I've been stranded on an island of money, and I didn't even realize it.” I took the bottle in my shaking hands. It was the shape of a small bottle of wine and made of clear glass with a cork stopper. There was sand and a rolled up piece of paper resting inside of it. “Will you read it?” he asked quietly. His voice held hope and desperation. I looked up from the delicate glass to see his face. Moonlight shone in his eyes, fear and concern sparkling in their depths.