Willy Wonka Theories Novelas e Histórias

August waited for a full minute to craft an answer before revealing an appropriate one, “It’s a working theory on my part, and you know how that goes.” “More than anyone.” “This one I have might have been one of the most out there...ever.” “More than that theory you have about the escape artist being a vampire?” “Okay, this is the second most out there of the theories I had. And this one has a higher probability to be true,” August pointed out.

"What do I need to do to prove that what you are remembering happened?" She wrapped her arms around herself. This was all so confusing. She didn't know if she could ever trust her eyes again. "Why did this happen?" "Why? Because I assume the goblins didn't want the one person who was helping to keep their secret to be convinced that it was true." "Me?" "Yes. By insisting that conspiracy theories are wrong, you let the goblins thrive and succeed in taking over the world." My head was beginning to hurt, but it wasn't a drug-induced headache. This was just stress. "You're saying that there are goblins and I am helping them?"

“That’s not impossible, right? The vampires hate us because they think werewolves stole their precious stone. I don’t think our forefathers took it. I think the witches did it and pinned it on the wolves.” He faced me and stared. I looked into his face. All I saw was confusion. “What?” I said. “How in the world do you come up with these theories?” he asked. I shrugged. “I am surprised you all never thought about that. It only makes sense.” He frowned. “Maybe the older generations thought about it. I just didn’t think like that.”

That’s our mission. The main reason people believe that theory is because the magical creatures that come through it are like zombies: mindless, violent, and lifeless. Every last one of them is twisted and dark, driven by one thing only—kill. No matter how much damage they take, no matter if you stab them through the heart or the brain, if the head stays on, they keep moving.

“And what do you think happened when a pro of one is the con of the other.” I paused. “That sounds actually a lot like a paradox,” I noticed, frowning. His eyebrows went up. “Actually, yes. It’s not a bad analogy,” he said. “Let’s just said that it has its risks.” “How do you know all this?” “Some of it is simply magic theory. When you know the laws of the universe, you can generally calculate different outcome with different parameters, but wizards have also compiled information on vitteraï.” “Have they?”

He says and his words give me goosebumps. “That sounds ritualistic, are you sure the witches aren't behind this?” I asked him. “That's what I thought at first, but a witch isn't strong enough to do that much damage; it might be a witch working with a wolf or some wolves, or it might just be the wolves trying to blame the witches, so they can insight another war. I have a lot of theories, and luckily for me, I can find out if any of them are right today.” He says with a very evil smirk on his face.

And then, she headed back in the direction of Gate 4. “You’re still denying, Hibara! And now, you’re escaping!” Toto shouted. “I, uh… I better go now,” I told him, gesturing at the Detective. “The third is 'obsession', Luke. You won’t be able to keep her out of your sight and thoughts.” “Why are you sticking to your hypothesis? It’s absurd!” “It’s not a hypothesis; it’s a theory.” “Theories have to have data, which you don’t. So, what you have is a hypothesis.”

"I mean it, Kellan. I didn't tell him for a reason." "Okay, okay. So come on, theories, what do we have so far?" He looks at me. "That you're crazy?" I laugh slightly. "Not crazy, theory one, your wolf was next to theirs as you're their daughter who was never found. Theory two..." He sits and considers it. "They change the wolves on show. It was just by chance your wolf was next to theirs showcased on that day you went. Theory three is that there's no logic to it at all. Theory four is they are the three strongest wolves, leading back to theory one."

“You’re assuming it doesn’t dead-end.” “It won’t,” I said. “Because?” Calder pressed. “Because there’s no such thing as one door in and the same door out.” I said. “Not for something this big.” The room went quiet again. “Our working theory,” I went on, “is that there’s at least one other exit. And if I had to guess,” I paused “it opens outside pack territory.” Rowan let out a low whistle. “That’s.. bad.” “That’s catastrophic,” Mason corrected.