Cave Goblins Novels & Stories

In her bid to be as powerful as her twin sister, the twin seduced Tahula, playing the role of Nyala and promising him they'd unite their species as one when they get together. Tahula did fall for her, utterly and irrevocably. And he did like the idea of uniting the species for more peace to reign. Unfortunately, Nyala found out about everything, and cast her twin into the shadows of the unknown. It is said that the goblins are part of the shadows of the unknown where Nyala's twin is now locked in. Alongside the goblins, there were trolls, and wendigos. I haven't seen the last two, but I've witnessed the dangers of a goblin.

------ 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.

She sighs in defeat. "And until you give me a proper reason why, you're not seeing the last of me." He smirked. He reaches for his pocket, brings out a tiny CitCat bar and opens it with his teeth, "Want shome?" "I... I don't eat chocolate." He gasps, "What? No way! I've never met anyone in my life who doesn't like chocolate and I didn't think I'd ever get to meet one. That's insane." 'I can't eat chocolate 'cause I'm a godforsaken werewolf but he doesn't need to know that.' She sighs, "...I'm allergic to the cocoa in it."

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

"It appears that our friends have picked up on the scent of the meat," Anthony declared abruptly. All of them turned to face the outside of the camp. "You picked up on their movement?" Gildar inquired. "Yes. They have begun to advance gradually but surely." … The Savage Catacombs In the first place, goblins had never been present in this dungeon. Out of nowhere, they showed up. There were only a few goblins at the beginning, and they were all commanded by a goblin chief. All of the goblins were red-skinned and armed with swords and pikes, which was unusual because goblins were not born with weapons.

This made him reach the high level easily. Now, he needed some energy to level up. Kobolds wasn't enough, he also needed a goblin here or the other monsters. He needs the soul of orcs and kobolds to reach the evolution requirements. He was quite surprised by the numbers of kobolds. He estimated that their total number was above two hundred. This number surprised him. This exceeded the number of what a low-level dungeon could hold. But what surprised him most were the goblins. The number of goblins exceeded the number of kobolds. As expected of a goblin, their fertility rate was higher than any ordinary monster. The only problem was that it wasn't that of a great fighter.

By the time they reached the bottom, the tunnel breathed. And then— The attack began. A massive wave of goblins poured from the left wall—vile, hunched, teeth clacking, eyes glowing red with demonic possession. From the right: orc warriors in blood-forged armor, twice Khy’s size, wielding rusted axes that shimmered with cursed mist. And from deeper in the shadows… something darker. The Mist Warden. A floating beast cloaked in smoke and screams. No face. Just black tendrils and a voice like cracked glass.

His heart skipped a beat at what he saw below. Goblins. There must have been at least a hundred of the foul creatures, running and waving their crude swords and spears. They streamed down from a gap in the far valley wall, some distance West of where Randey stood. Where they had come from he couldn’t imagine. But though he had never actually seen a Goblin, he knew that’s what they were. He’d heard enough tales from his parents to recognize them. Their wild, guttural cries echoed from the valley walls, wafting up to Randey’s horrified ears.

With P26 on my hand I walking towards the battle with a steady pace, as I was about 20 meter from them, the goblins finally noticed me. "GIIIGGGIIIIIGAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!..".(Goblins) Like an animal, all the green-skinned goblins start to shouts and screams at each other, as they were beckoning one and another that I was closing in on them. "[Identify]..". Name: Bar Gender: Male Age: 56 Race: Goblin (River tribe Pure Blooded) Status Physical: 1.0 Intellect: 3.6 Reflex: 1.3 Charm: -0.5

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.