Books With Goblins Novels & Stories

The ground split as something rose from the rock, a figure larger than any shadow before, its body a fusion of bone and rusted metal, eyes burning with the same crimson light that had pulsed in the ruins. Vame’s voice was grim. “A Hollowed One.” The creature lunged. Elior and Bram moved first, their weapons meeting the monster’s shifting body. But steel did nothing. The Hollowed One’s form bent and reformed, its burning gaze fixed on Rael. He felt it inside his mind. The Hollow Crown knows you. Rael stumbled back. The book in his hands burned, the words shifting wildly. He barely understood what he was reading, but when he spoke them aloud, the creature screamed.

Browsing for books casually, one of the books caught my eyes. It was titled “The ancient Realms” I took the book from the shelf and I opened it, I was surprised by its contents. It's a book about ancient creatures like that, Vampires, werewolves, goblins and other creatures and their domain. “Nice choice of books,” I was startled by the voice, with the book almost falling from my hands. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice, I saw a woman at a distance cleaning a crystal marble and smiling.

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

But oh, what a past. As he opened his mouth to weave a tale of horror, so rife and gory, Germaine could not help but clutch onto the edges of the table. Long ago, the home of the goblins was based inside the heart of the forest and they lived in peace with all other species of animals. They had a celebration of the coming of age, as was customary amongst goblins when they reached a certain age.

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.