Cracked Wall Goblin Camp Novels & Stories

Stone walls, grey and familiar, webbed with new, dark lines—cracks that pulsed faintly, as if something within them breathed. Those same cracks exhaled oily mist that writhed along the mortar, snaking into doorways, seeping under thresholds. Wolves stumbled through it, coughing, eyes watering. Some shook their heads and pushed on. Others froze where they stood, pupils dilating, muscles locking as if strings had been cut. A pup—six moons at most—stood in an inner hallway, pressed against the wall, tiny claws digging grooves into stone, eyes huge and wild as a shadow-laced mist curled past her.

I woke up to the scent of damp earth and the soft rustle of leaves. The sky above was pale, framed by towering trees that seemed to stretch forever. Ahead of me, a massive wall loomed, built entirely of interlocked tree trunks, its surface rough and intimidating. Skulls of beasts adorned the top like grim sentinels, their hollow eyes staring down at me. Scrawled across the structure in jagged black lettering, formed from ash and bone, was one word: KREEL.

The crack howled, opening one final time—before a burst of blinding light exploded out of nowhere, crashing into it like a hammer. The blast shook several mages to the ground. Krishna staggered but held fast to Ignatius's arm. Her eyes flared wide. "That's not me," she breathed. The crack screamed, shrinking from the holy torrent. Plague-creatures beyond the walls shrieked in chorus, their bodies consumed by flame as the light washed through them. The crack slammed shut with a deafening roar, gold pouring back into the ward until it blazed brighter than ever before. The wall stabilized. The creatures burned away. Quiet fell.

But the swarm thickened, pressing harder, faster, the commander’s shadow looming closer with each step. Then the commander raised its hand once more. The earth trembled. Cracks split the ground at the base of the wall, jagged lines racing outward like veins of darkness. From the fissures, more shapes clawed free—creatures larger, their limbs plated with jagged bone. They slammed against the wall with such force the stones groaned. Darien cursed. “The wall won’t hold that, Kaelen!” Kaelen’s grip tightened on the spear. His mind raced. If the wall collapsed, the village would be laid bare. No defenses. No retreat.

LUKE I collapsed into bed around eleven the next morning. After the scent of a stranger pack was discovered by one of the junior warriors during his rounds, Mike and some of the other senior warriors tracked it. They discovered a den deep in the woods where two stranger werewolves were staying. They politely asked the wolves to shift into their human forms so that they could talk. If the wolves had just followed the simple request, things probably wouldn't have escalated as they did. They instead refused, and subsequently attacked. Luckily, our warriors were well-trained and higher in numbers, easily able to overpower them and force them into their human forms. The strangers were then dragge

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

He quickly lost account at the number of eyes now behind him, and on top of that, the noise of the cackling had increased enough to hurt even his ears! Then the creature slowly walked forwards, its green skin showing itself as a goblin. The ugly creature was holding what looked like some kind of jagged and rusted weapon. The goblins slowly all started walking forwards, as if they were waiting for some kind of command or signal allowing them to charge forwards.

Hikaru POV As I quietly crept down the path toward the noise, I heard it more clearly. It sounds like the laughter of many goblins over the cries of girls. The path then became a ledge that when further down, over the ledge was a huge open area filled with Goblins holding young girls down and raping them. (There are no female goblins, they reproduce by catching and raping women.) Damn! There's a lot of them! But I better hurry before those girls are mentally broken. Suddenly a familiar voice and figure came into the room.