Cracked Wall Goblin Camp Novels & Stories

Metal against stone. Her steps faltered. Gabriel noticed instantly. “What is it?” “I don’t know,” she whispered, her gaze darting toward the side doors. The scrape came again, louder this time, followed by the unmistakable creak of hinges. Before Gabriel could bark an order, the doors burst open. The stench of blood and mud hit first. Then the rogues poured in. They were feral, gaunt creatures with eyes gleaming yellow in the candlelight, their bodies twisted from years without a pack bond. Their snarls filled the hall, echoing off the marble as they rushed forward, claws bared and teeth dripping.

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.

'' ''simple I trade your life and the rest of the vampires and werewolves to raise every single goblin '' '' you bastard!!'' ''hush drac cause you'll need all your strength'' Drac and his guards try to attack but Goblin suddenly uses his lightning to take them down, they were being electrocuted badly. he smirks as he watches them ''this is too easy, I have more magic and power than any creature, this is just the beginning''

A large ice wall also appeared behind her, blocking the advance of the yellow Hobgoblin, blocking his path towards her as he slide to a stop. "Damn it!" He roared in frustration. However, she wasn't done there, allowing the ice wall to suddenly burst and shatter, shooting a large number of ice shards at the Hobgoblin, who had not been expecting the attack. "Noo!!!" It roared as the ice shards hit him, ripping through its body like bullets before it dropped to the ground dead. "That's one down," Xolvion said as he watched from the sidelines. "No way! She is amazing!" Gwen also said, watching in awe as Crystal fought the other Hobgoblin.

"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.

My senses all in alert, I activated my Evil eyes ready for that unknown creature… the groaning intensified, the creature approached revealing its appearance… Small in size, green skin, ugly face and pointy ears… it held a handmade spear with a pointy rock at the edge… the creature reeked of bad smell and was not alone… This creature that preys on women and raids human villages without leaving a soul behind, usually lives in small groups, but when they are under stronger beast guidance… they become a threat that must be subjugated… So it was them who preyed on women of the capitol… these heinous creatures called “Cave dwellers” or more commonly…Goblins! I am surrounded by them… how many are t

The goblins were less than half my height; their eyes sharp and assessing. One of them, slightly taller and with a crooked nose, sniffed and scowled. "This place is barely standing," he grumbled. Another goblin kicked at the floorboards with his contemptuous voice resonating in the air. "Rot! What witch would permit this?" I lifted an eyebrow. "Must be a busy one." They appraised each other, and in silence, they went to work. For hours, they gouged out rotten planks, shored up the ceiling beams, and replaced the broken door with thick oak, carved with faint protective runes. Hammers were pounded into the wood, saws cutting the wood and slowly the walls got replaced with a stronger one.