Books With Goblins Novels & Stories

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

So it's true then she thought. The knight goblins. A huge powerful armored, creepy humanoid, unlike the ordinary goblin who was small, black-hearted humanoids that lair in despoiled dungeons and other dismal settings and individually weak, they gather in large numbers to torment other creatures. However, the armored knight goblins were the opposite. They were massive, with vicious red eyes, six to seven-foot-tall battle-scarred goblins with black skin and fire erupting from their eyes, they were worshiped not out of adoration but fear.

Most of the pages in the front were smudged too terribly to read anything but once it became legible, I started to shake with happiness. It was a story book! Eagerly I began reading the first story that wasn't destroyed. MY mouth dropped open in wonder at this finding. It was a shadow elf storybook, and a very old one. Page after page I flipped through the words absorbing every word that I could. The stories were full of ghastly creatures similar to the ghoulcat and the heroes of ancient Gwathendor who fought them. And their lady loves that they saved along the way. Soon enough I was hunched over the bed with the little book in my lap and my head in the clouds.

I giggled to myself in the corner of the library. "Continue with the book... About various races!?" I opened a different book. "Hmm that's right, there were goblins and trolls yesterday," I said while reading a book that had pictures of race examples. "Human skip, Elf!? Elves!? Vampires and werewolves too!? Ahhh I want a girl Elf ehh.. I have 4 twins to find!" I didn't read the whole thing, but just looked at the types and went on to the next book.

She ran into several dorm residents who stared at her in astonishment. Lyla descended the stairs quickly, then walked out of the building, and stepped into the library building that Louisa had pointed out a moment ago. "Name?" asked the short-nosed and pointy-eared creature with wrinkled pink skin. At first glance, he looked like an old man, with minimal white hair, showing his scalp. His name is Mister Burgog---a Goblin---the librarian. "Lyla Helliwell." Mr. Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer.

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"

And horrifying. “T-That goblin is using magic!? Goblins can’t do that!” She hid behind a boulder with the level-headed boys who contemplated throwing her out. “Not unless they’re taught” calmly replied Hector. “But the textbooks”- “The text books don’t tell everything, especially text that can exploited”. She shut up after that, deciding to think up something before the batch of goblins come along. “I’ll create a hole, Hector can summon fire beneath it” she offered, staring wearily at the approaching goblins, their hands frozen as if they couldn’t control the magic they had.

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you

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.