Female Kobold Novels & Stories

Lowena asked. "Same as yesterday, to celebrate you. It is rare to have hybrids, especially ones not deformed or warped in some form." "Really?" she paused. "Of course, cyclops, ogres, dark fairies that are so heinous you'd rather cut out your eyes once seeing past their glamour," he continued. "Glamour?" Lowena questioned. Before he could respond, a stunning, young, slender woman in a pink, ballerina-like outfit giddily pounced on Caspian like a little girl.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

“I’ve seen a lot of her work—it’s incredible, truly. Paintings, sculptures, you name it. There’s this one video where she made a drawing out of macarons. Can you believe that? Macarons! And another one out of licorice. She’s brilliant. There’s nothing she can’t do.” I let him ramble, a small, tight smile on my face as I watch him fall deeper into whatever spell this woman has cast on him. It’s strange, almost unsettling, to see him like this—Kassian, the guarded, stoic wolf who rarely even speaks about himself, let alone someone else. And yet here he is, utterly consumed by his mate, unable to hold back the flood of emotions spilling out of him. It’s astonishing, yes, but also painfully fami

So it's true then she thought. The knight goblins. A huge powerful armored, creepy humanoid, unlike the ordinary goblin who was small, black-hearted humanoids that lair in despoiled dungeons and other dismal settings and individually weak, they gather in large numbers to torment other creatures. However, the armored knight goblins were the opposite. They were massive, with vicious red eyes, six to seven-foot-tall battle-scarred goblins with black skin and fire erupting from their eyes, they were worshiped not out of adoration but fear.

Owlyn said, "but at least, we are safe...for a tiny little while." "What is that thing out there?" Cassandra asked. She felt her skin crawl with chills. "It's one of Koschei's servant in this castle," Owlyn said. "An underground monster of some sort. Just think of it as a giant earthworm with lots of legs and sharp teeth." Cassandra shivered. Then she felt a movement in her pocket again. "Oh, the princess!" she gasped and dug her hand inside to retrieve the frog. The frog let out a soft croaky sound as if gasping for air. She felt a slight pang of pity towards the princess. It must be hard tumbling around in someone's pocket.

Verra eventually and reluctantly had to summon her remnant spirit. She pulled out her wooden gauntlets and strapped them to her hands. She channeled mana into the weapon, a green and brown shadow zipped out of the energy core and cast a shadow over the battlefield. It was a giant frog, no smaller than the Carbonemys. Its body was covered in brown scales like a dragon, and its back was populated by millions of massive green trees.

“My name is Vamalyn.” Vamalyn looked a bit like a lizardman, only fatter and with a longer snout. Much longer, like a crocodile’s. His legs were short and he only managed to remain upright because his voluminous backside acted as support, scraping along the ground. A tail slithered from side to side behind him. I lowered my sword. “I just want to know if you’ve seen Attica. He’s a little kobold.”

He nods to Lynda as he enters and she presses the release button, unlocking the cell door. Kolby enters the cell and eyes the Princess that is hanging on display in front of him. His mind runs wild with all the things he could do to her and all the ways he could make her scream. Wanting to know what he was dealing with, whether she was a vampire, a werewolf or maybe even a hybrid of both, he walked over to his metal trolley and made it look like he had picked something up before walking over and stopping in front of her. By the quick flashes of red and gold in the Princess's eyes Kobly now knew that he was dealing with a hybrid and knowing that both Vampires and Werewolves were strong on the

An hour later, he came back with several women. “Wolf King, I really tried my best... Just pick any of them!” Noir stepped aside and revealed the women behind him. The first woman was almost as wide as she was tall. She was basically a human cube! The second woman was pale, but her facial features were all over the place. It was as if each feature was going in a different direction, making it very hard to even look at her. The third woman... Andrius could smell her from ten meters away. She emitted a stench that could ward off mosquitoes and evil spirits, making him speechless.

The dökkálfar tribe The tunnel we traveled down was much more richly decorated and I found myself in awe of the intricate carvings and paintings on the cave walls. Small humanoid brown hairy creatures scurried about and they smiled with their odd human-like faces at us and nodded to the both of us as they hurried past. "What are they," I asked curiously and Rowen laughed. "They're hobs or brownies and do the cleaning in the mound. I looked up at the tunnel and realized that it was all perfectly cut stone.