Camp Goblin Novels & Stories

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

------ The bus stopped and one by one everyone got down. They gasped as they saw the place. It was dark, and a small mountain is covered with fog. There is a foul smell hitting their nose. Small whispers, moans, and chattering sounds are being heard as if they are being spoken right inside their ears. "Some of you maybe have come here once, while for some this might be the first time. So let me explain about this Monster lair contains small kinds of monsters such as goblins, orcs, trolls, gnomes, kobolds…and some other creatures.

“Usually, monsters present in the beginner’s dungeon are goblins and faughs. According to the activity, it is highly plausible that the flags are in the goblins since they are much more intelligent than the faughs. If there aren’t any unexpected creatures we won’t have to worry about our defense. What we need to do is a fast finish time and strategy to catch the goblin without much damage placed into us. As I’ve told you in the carriage earlier, faughs can be really sensitive to smell, especially wizling smell. Those rats are troublesome when they’re in horde so we better avoid confronting them.” Mikael strategized.

Our pack was a community of about forty-five hundred werewolves located deep in the woods of northern Vermont, where humans didn’t normally venture, a heavily forested area surrounded by mountains. As the party progressed, people began jumping into the water, some coming out of the woods shifted into their wolf form. Lucy and the others ran toward the shoreline to join everyone in the festivities. Because my ankle still wasn’t 100 percent, I decided to hang back and chill out on a blanket by the bonfire. Getting comfortable, I pulled my long, dark hair into a ponytail and stretched my toned legs out in front of me. A red cup appeared over my left shoulder. I could smell his cologne. I glance

But if Lido asked them to kill the high shaman, it would be logical that he gave them his position as well. The x coincided with one of the northern temples. It was something they decided to deal with after the battle. The next day, after hours of travel, their army encamped near the upcoming battlefield. The camp was huge. Thousands of goblins ran around and prepared for battle. Fires were not allowed because they did not want to announce their presence. As night fell, the camp plunged into darkness and silence. Each goblin was alone with his thoughts and the

Night fell like a velvet curtain over the goblin camp. Drums thudded in the distance, signaling the beginning of Regatta’s “moonlit bridal rites.” Lights shimmered between the trees in colors unnatural and swirling. Goblins were everywhere, dancing, drinking, chanting. A haze of perfumed fog covered the camp. Aeron and Brim crept toward the horse pens, the shadows curling around them like cloaks. Goblin guards were too busy celebrating to notice two wolves sneaking past their perimeter. Meanwhile, Caelum slinked toward Regatta’s tent.

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

If anything, they were paranoid and would only hide behind the vanguard team, standing behind the commander to weave their curses. “You can’t defeat them,” he replied flatly. “Shaman work behind the scenes. We don’t know how many of them there are, but they are definitely hiding in the main camp where it is the safest, away from the battle. Seeing how they’re out of arrow reach, I’d say they might even be living with the strongest of all goblins.” “And who is that?” Zen asked, curious. The goblins had a leader but Zen had no idea what kind of monster the game developers had in mind.