Fur Goblin Novels & Stories

I yell, grabbing the nearest thing, a rock, and bashing it into the white fur with all my might. It lets up... Just a little. A little is all I need to roll to the side, grabbing the knife and sending it into the air, aiming between the wolf's eyes. He dodges. "That's enough." A cold voice cuts through the air. I look up, seeing Ragnar approaching, his scythe wielded in one arm, an angry glint in his eyes. The wolf moves away from me, shifting back to human form. How can someone shift so quickly and seamlessly?

Alec bends to study it but still keeps his distance. The tiny creature is gray green, with a face far too wide for its body. Its eyes are black as coal, and its hands and feet are large and round like a baby's, with long, delicate fingers and toes. It doesn't stand more than a foot tall. "It might be a creature native to this pocket dimension," Alec says, eyeing the goblin warily. The creature starts to move towards us, and I take a step back. "Should we ... should we try to communicate with it?"

Arlen could not comprehend what was going on until his eyes opened and he saw four green-looking faces staring down at him. These were goblins- unsightly creatures formed from cultivational practices gone wrong. Despite their lack of good height, they did not pass at being cruel. They used to be common in Cloverdale, where they would steal children and the elderly. Standing on two feet like humans, they had shapeshifting abilities they used to lure their victims. Arlen could barely breathe as a three-foot-long tongue drooled beside him. "Hold him down. I'll get the knife," a voice he could liken to that of the innkeeper spoke.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

The child was born in Kattegat. His mother only saw him shortly before passing away from the pain of childbirth. Ragnar grew up among his father's other children and with his stepmother Alfhildr. At his first steps, he already sported a huge bump on his small arched back. He grew quickly and had a small strength greater than that of other children his age. However, he waddled to the side and dragged his left shoulder on which was resting his hump. Even though he was the most helpful and the bravest, ready to climb trees to pick fruit or a little more skillful than his little friends during small hunting trips, his physical appearance got him to be a little put aside and his excessive strengt

Having faced Trolls and Goblins before, the Fairies and Elves knew how to defeat them. While the trolls were 10 feet tall, they were not very intelligent. Small and tricky, goblins posed a greater threat than trolls because they were unstable and chaotic. Using magical means, the Elves make the Goblins explode, leaving behind a yellow slimy goo residue. Fairies sprayed buckets of fairy dust on the Trolls, and they fell face forward, knocking down trees and destroying anything around them. "Timber!" the fairies yelled with delight

They would typically be pursued by a group of intrepid individuals before they proliferated. After several years, the transformation occurred. An unusually powerful goblin had been born. All of the goblins in this dungeon had dull, brownish-red skin, therefore, this crimson-skinned one was mistakenly believed to be a mutation. But one goblin stood out from the rest because of his beautiful crimson skin. Additionally, after the appearance of this goblin, the dungeon began to spawn green goblins. Goblins are typically hostile toward other goblin tribes. However, several people were astonished to learn that the red- and green-skinned individuals were cooperating.

With the odds constantly stacked against him as a leader in this dungeon, how can he lead his team out of these floors? Goblin brutes were tougher than hobgoblins. They were physically stronger and had more stamina, even if they weren’t very smart. Goblin brutes were specialised goblins with a bloodline gift to ignore all injury and fatigue in berserker mode. They were more dangerous than regular hobgoblins because goblin brutes could take down catapults with sheer force. A group of brutes could easily break through the tough stronghold stone wall, compromising Stoneberry Keep’s defences.

Their alpha had arrived. The goblins would not be an issue- Unless they ganged up heavily on one person. The biggest risk weres the hobgoblins. They mounted the Larras, giant four-eyed jaguars with scorpion tails. Their thin insect-like legs earned them their names. Larras scurried around cloaked in the depths of their own shadows. Lewis, his newest mercenary, was the nearest wolf. The one with the least experience. He was exchanging near-lethal blows with a hobgoblin. Lewis was holding his own.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.