Toriels House Novels & Stories

Dread suddenly filled me, knowing that it was going to be something inconvenient. "From what my contact said, it looks like Torrez has upped his security. They know you are coming for her, and when we get there, it's going to be hell getting in. The house is fortified, with twelve-foot walls around the outside and guard towers. It's more secure than the council was, and that's saying a lot."

“If we want Ian to survive, we need to hide anything that's counterproductive.” “Fine, I'll check his aura and do a study of his power, but I need him to be fever-free and for you to help me find the spell materials,” Tori said, and my father and Archer agreed. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was alone with Tori. Somehow, my fever had broken, and I was feeling better. “Where are Archer and my father?” I asked the woman, and she looked at me seriously. “They're still searching the forest for the elements for the spell,” Tori said. “Can't you remember anything before you were at the orphanage?”

“Tori! I’ve been searching all over for.” Catori’s minute reverie was broken by Kasa’s voice as she jogged up to her friend, who was just few steps away from the Dolphus magnificent family mansion. “Hey,” Tori responded weakly.

She turned onto Linden Street, and her heart began to hammer in a way that had nothing to do with exertion. The Torres house sat at the end of the block. It was a two-story colonial, painted a soft blue that had faded to the color of a bruise in some places. The porch swing still hung from chains, though it was still now, no one rocking it. There were wind chimes by the door, copper tubes that Maya had hung in the summer before the crash. They were green with verdigris, silent in the still air. Eliana stood at the bottom of the porch steps.

Tori is one stair behind me because ordering her to wait up top would just waste breath we don't have and at least now I know where she is. The cellar is small and dry and very tidy. A camp bed against the far wall, blankets folded down like a nurse did it. A steel washtub of vinegar beside it. And on the bed, in a clean grey dress, hands crossed over the abdomen, a woman's body with nothing above the collar. The chest is rising and falling. Slow. Even. Patient. Tori makes a small sound behind me and strangles it. "It'll come back for it," she says instead. "It has to. It has no choice."

the sorcerer grumbled and was the first to step to the door. “Hey, newcomer,” several voices immediately called out to him. Radolyub looked back. “Are you by any chance a wizard?” We have been waiting for a sorcerer for a long time,” a limping man with a long silvered gray beard moved forward. He cautiously looked at the house and did not come closer. “Eriald has already been informed, but it’s clear that it’s not up to us now. - Reported what? - So about this house. You see yourself. Bad house.

Noe snapped at the dumbfounded Elf troops who saw me. "Ready Your Majesty!" Tim led the Elf troop into the teleportation portal, followed by me, Noe, Erin and Uncle Ronald and his two bodyguards. "Which part of the house is it?" I asked Uncle Ronald about the aristocratic house that had defected. "The big house." Uncle Ronald pointed to one of the biggest houses, the Elf troops immediately sped off without any more commands. "I think just go inside the courtyard" Noe said to me after the Elf troopers left.

I was about to remove my hand when he suddenly grabbed it tightly. "Qotorie, please marry me. I know it's too early for both of us. But I don't want to lose you from me. That will be my death, Tori. I have many plans for us, for you and Zellor. I am planning to build a house in the island where Zellor was born." My eyes widened at what he said. "H-House?" He nodded and caressed my hand. "Y-Yes. You want it there, don't you? I bought that fucking island for you, baby. I don't care if my money runs out, but I know that's impossible."

Tory relps trying to make herself feel better that her little sister had to drop out for her, she really miss having her around, she quickly turn to Grace. " Please no one should use any of Sky's things in the house, when Gold comes please let her know" Tory announce. "I will, now let's get something to eat before I faint" Grace laughs as they head out to get what to eat.

"I don't mind at all. But what about you? Wouldn't you mind if our neighbours heard us?" "What are you talking about? How can you say that when I'm feeling so sad!" Tera crossed her arms and turned away. She walked past her husband and entered the narrow path that led to her house. It was an old, simple building made of a combination of wood and concrete walls, in a proportional manner. It was the type of house one might find in a village – the type of house where grandparents used to live. Tora was the only resident left in the house; he commuted between this village home and the city where he worked. He refused to rent a house there, and even the house Sebastian provided was left vacant.