Fur Goblin Novels & Stories

I shout, he looks down at the ground and shockingly begins to cry. I move even further away slightly feeling like this was gonna take a bad turn, he wipes his eyes looking at me tears rolling down his face. "Layla listen to me, I know the things I do are scary but I always have yours and Gabbie's best interests at heart" he starts, I stare at him utterly confused, who the heck is he taking about?! "I know you hate the life I live but it's just this one last job, you'll wait outside with Gabbie and straight after it's done we'll run away with each other" he cries, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking around the woods, is this guy hallucinating? "I know baby but trust me, nothing is gonn

And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling. Zinnia racked her brain and felt a little uncomfortable after some bits of blurry images flashed in her head. Some scenes were about some kind of human shifting, its body curled up into a ball then suddenly fur started growing from its flawless skin then the ones flawless and human-like structure became somewhat like a dog, no it was a wolf. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she squinted in pain and groaned after the blurry images suddenly rushed as if they were some kind of film on its ten times playback speed.

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

He sat on a fallen log at the tree line, back against a thick oak, trying to look more experienced than he felt. Finn was still new to this life. He had joined Ronan’s personal guard only six months ago, eager and wide-eyed, full of stories about proving himself to the pack. At seventeen he was barely more than a pup by werewolf standards, lanky with messy brown hair and bright amber eyes that hadn’t yet lost their innocence. He fiddled with a small knife, carving idle patterns into a stick to pass the time. A rustle sounded behind him in the underbrush. Finn’s head snapped up. In one smooth motion he was on his feet, knife gripped tight, teeth bared in a low snarl as he spun around. His hea

Their large yellow eyes protruded while they searched around for Amethyst. "Goblins!?" Amethyst aired after finally realising that they were famished to capture her. They did not care much about their 'mortal' appearance. "They have lost track of my aura!" After a short calculation, Amethyst broke into quietened giggles as she waited to see what'll happen next.

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “

However to prevent tyranny from the elves he made the beast a conqueror, a beast that could never be defeated or humbled even by the elf king himself… however it was now a cute pomeranian dog that was covering Feral’s face with slobber as he giggled. “So cute! Is this really the elf guardians?!” Feral exclaimed gleefully as he played with the little doggie in his hands. It was so cute!! “It seems you adore creatures that appear adorable?” Genad asked leisurely as he butchered the meat they were about to consume. It was a wolverine—the version of wolfs in this world and was hella gigantic. “Of course who doesn’t love cute creatures?!” Feral said cheerfully as he continued playing with the new

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

She growled. "Oh, you must be mistaken! The only wish I have right now is to make a new friend! Preferably a girl, cool, medium length black hair with cooler white streaks, around 5'3, Looks that could kill, both metaphorically and literally, oh, and especially grumpy. I'm talking 'i-haven't-eaten-in-like-two-weeks-so-don't-you-dare-touch-me-or-i'm-having-you-for-dinner' kinda grumpy." He flashes her a bright smile. "So those are your last words?" She gave him a glare that was enough to make him flinch.

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.