Berserk Goblins Novels & Stories

Goblins cast spells on humans, giving them nightmares or stealing their children away, replacing them with goblin babies or changelings. TYPES OF GOBLINS Hobgoblin. With their dark-colored shaggy hair, hobgoblins are tiny pranksters that love to mess with humans through direct influence or theft. One thing that makes them different from other goblins is their close labor relations to humans – they are willing to do chores in exchange for a bowl of milk or a spark of fire. They are mischievous, solitary miniaturized versions of elves or fairies.Kol’ksu. Mermaid-like goblins with eyes similar to dragons, this is a water goblin who is very notorious and carnivorous – they eat humans and even ot

Moka explained in her nasal voice. That was another thing Germaine noticed. Where Zar's voice was smooth and normal, the other goblins had nasal voices, as if they had something stuck inside their nostrils. The male goblin was hairy with overgrown beards decorated with beads, bones, and teeth. Both male and female were short, with bodies that rose not taller than her waist and wrinkled skin like it wanted to belong on a taller person but had to make do. Yet, what they lacked in height, they made up for in strength.

It could have been a longer conversation, but at that moment a large goblin emerged from the bushes and blocked their way. He was big for a goblin. His olive body was mottled with red paint, and half of his face was painted black. Unlike most goblins, he had a full set of hair, shaved at the sides and tied in a thick, long braid. Even his hair had red streaks of paint on top. He held an impressive weapon in his right hand. And a very unusual weapon for a goblin. It looked like a halberd, but

Their alpha had arrived. The goblins would not be an issue- Unless they ganged up heavily on one person. The biggest risk weres the hobgoblins. They mounted the Larras, giant four-eyed jaguars with scorpion tails. Their thin insect-like legs earned them their names. Larras scurried around cloaked in the depths of their own shadows. Lewis, his newest mercenary, was the nearest wolf. The one with the least experience. He was exchanging near-lethal blows with a hobgoblin. Lewis was holding his own.

Another voice said, coming from the other end of the hall. "Two of them?" Gwen said, turning her head to look. Both figures stepped into the light, allowing the group to lay their eyes upon them and take in their appearance. Before them stood two large and muscular Hobgoblins, one with green skin and another with yellow, each wearing leather armour with swords strapped to their hips. "What in the hell are these things?" Owen said, never having seen a goblin like them. "These would be Hobgoblins..." Xolvion said. "Hobgoblins?" Gwen asked.

Arlen could not comprehend what was going on until his eyes opened and he saw four green-looking faces staring down at him. These were goblins- unsightly creatures formed from cultivational practices gone wrong. Despite their lack of good height, they did not pass at being cruel. They used to be common in Cloverdale, where they would steal children and the elderly. Standing on two feet like humans, they had shapeshifting abilities they used to lure their victims. Arlen could barely breathe as a three-foot-long tongue drooled beside him. "Hold him down. I'll get the knife," a voice he could liken to that of the innkeeper spoke.

Nacen instructed, the girls both nodded at him. Nacen and Kevin crept towards the source of the noise, laying low they were very quiet as they moved stealthily. They were alarmed when they saw that they whole area was surrounded with goblins. The goblins amounted to about fifteen of them. They appeared as grotesque and blood thirsty as usual. Nacen's knuckles cracked as he gazed at them with murderous intent. He felt like going out there to rip them apart. The goblins were feasting on the carcass of a bear, they tore into the bloodline flesh of the bear and didn't even care that the blood stained their own bodies, in fact they seemed to relish the feeling of the blood on their bodies. "Hey N

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt. I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—dozens at first, then hundreds, their black, ashy skin glowing faintly under the pale light. They hated sorcerers, always had. Unlike the White Goblins, these creatures were pure hostility. They formed a ring around me, baring teeth, hissing threats. One stepped forward—taller than the others, a crooked crown on his head. His voice slithered through the air like poison.