Ff Goblin Novels & Stories

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

Cent’s wary reaction earned her a pat on the head from Steffan. “Silly girl. This is absolute talent, I tell you. By the way, what are these? I get that these horned ones are demons, but what are these small creatures?” Cent was about to answer him that she did not know and she only saw these creatures in her dreams, but she was stopped midway when the shadows hissed the name of the creatures. “Goblins,” said Cent. Steffan whistled from her reply. “You got some awesome imagination, Maleficent. You keep on surprising me.”

It had been about an hour since Adam had finished watching Lord of the Rings, and here I was, ensnared in a labyrinth of theories about how Middle-earth worked. "That's what I'm saying, man! A goblin's purpose is to br33d, but technically, if they're br33ding, doesn't that also mean that a female goblin can be born?" His excitement bubbled over as he spoke, gesturing animatedly with his hands.

I growled. "So you're making decisions like this behind our backs now?" His voice annoyed me, and I could feel Solum shaking. He was scared. I have seen Goblins before on my trips to the world of men. They were monstrous in size, some the size of the house, but this one… Solum's just a kid. "Answer me, Gabriel!!" Magnus ordered. Selene held his hand, trying to pull him back, but he was beyond reasoning. I looked into his eyes, and all I could see was pure hate.

“Excuse me…hello? Can someone explain why there’s a green short ogre in the room?” The goblin stopped and looked at Celeste. “Ogre?” He practically yelled. “Who're you calling short?” I sat up straight with a faint smile. “He’s a goblin. And my loyal servant.” Celeste gazed wide-eyed between the two of us. “A what?” “Goblin,” I completed. “They exist?” she asked, shocked. “Since forever,” the goblin answered. Her fingers dug into the blankets. “And you’re just…fine with this?”

Declan had smelled the goblin when they first arrived in the ballroom. The stench of it emanated from the note Fiona had received and Declan knew he should get Fiona out of there. She would never agree. This was a work function for her and important. Declan's instincts when on high alert. The goblin was here, but he or she wasn't going to look like a goblin from what Sean and Donal had told him. He glanced around every few minutes anyway. Fiona eyed him, but he couldn't interpret her expression. She probably wanted him to blend in, but being taller than most, he couldn't do that.

The creature’s teeth look sharp enough to tear flesh from bone, I shiver as its bright, red eyes meet mine. It’s then that I notice the smell, more putrid than a chamber pot, but somehow its appearance is more disgusting. Green, wrinkly skin, dry and chapping. The strange armor adorning it does not hide nearly enough, its face alone makes me want to wretch. “Goblin?” I ask, subconsciously leaning away. Ghost rears up, nearly dumping me off his back, before taking off. The goblin screams behind us, a horrible, angry sound. I don’t look back, as I struggle to keep a grip on my ride; I don’t need to for long.

he accused. “The Goblins believe they are, and to be honest, they have the abilities that the prophecy speaks of.” He nodded as he stroked his long black beard in thought, his blue eyes sparkling as ideas formulated in his grotesque mind. His hair had random braids in the front and fell loose in the back. “What abilities have they shown you?” He finally asked. “They have each demonstrated their abilities to some extent, control of fire, water, air and earth was witnessed as well as spirit.”

But no children. Tyboll fills the doorway and everything inside of me heats. It's a strange burn that is almost painful - like the dream. I suck air into my lungs and his scent fills me. His shaggy, unkempt hair and beard cover his face and leave nothing but his startling brown gaze to stare into my soul. This is a mistake. I need to hold my breath or come up with a quick spell so I only exhale in his presence. And he says I stink.

One pointer finger press on his lips to urge her to keep silent. The left cage consists of two male goblins. Both are naked and one of them is bound with chains wrapped around his back and his legs spread open also chained. The bound goblin is way too young not even old enough to please a woman with his cock but with older male goblins that is a different story altogether. He is in bondage, on a table with his lower half facing the other male creature who is much older, gruff sounding and has a white beard growing from his face. A firm smack on the chest of the bound surfaces like a gunshot.