Novel & Cerita Fur Goblin

"The Rogue herd led by Furgo begins an invasion of Movaro's borders. Since Yagur died without an heir, the whole herd split up and made it easier for the Rogue to take over the place," Perol explained to Eden who had just returned with Herol. "What is Furgo's purpose? Isn't he powerful enough in the forest area of Reèmor?" Eden asked, who knows clearly about one type of Werewolf, a Rogue who is not bound in a pack or has territory like the Alphas.

Two foxies immediately jumped on them, each placing themselves on Jai and Darrion’s thighs and making themselves comfortable. “What are these creatures?” Jai asked, patting the foxy that was lying on his thigh. It looked like a mix of a fox and an axolotl. It has the body of a chubby baby fox, and three pairs of protruding furs that are different in color on each side of their faces. The body fur is pure white while the three pairs of furs are green in color. “They’re very cute.” The dragon smiled and took the other foxy into her arms. “These are Grenyas. They’re the predictors of weathers. If there’s a storm coming, I will not open the portal for them to play outside…”

“Where?” “I don’t exactly remember the name, but it is situated a few miles away from here, and Spraggins Corporation runs it. I heard it is the best orphan in the city. It provides every facility for children. They have large bedrooms, toys, swimming pools, clothes, and food. And they even educate the kids.” He glanced at the building before meeting my eyes. “I’m happy for them. They got rid of this hellhole. They were freed from those evil souls.” My brows snapped together in confusion. “What are you talking about, Ronan?”

They didn't budge, and with their sharp teeth and angry-looking eyes, they charged at him. *** Carly was passing by the woods when she heard the noise. She paused to listen properly and noticed it was the scream of a human and the sounds of wolves too. She frowned. "Was that one of her people? She ran off in the direction to check who it was. She found a harmless young man trying to fight off five werewolves, he looked like she had seen him before and she identified him as Roy, one of the guards which made her interested. She became angry, she knew they were rogues searching for who to kill and feed on. Just then, she saw Roy fall to the ground unconscious and her eyes widened.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

Then there was nothing. Prince Vaugn and Veronica almost collided as they both ran towards the sound of the scream. She was relieved to see him. A moment later, Roger came into view as he stood in front of a giant furry creature. It was taller than an elephant. The creature had short shaggy dark blue fur with a white mane and a bushy beard that were accented with red along its edges. A long tail ended in a tuft of red fur. The creature’s big head was adorned by short black horns and it had a hump on its shoulders.

It could have been a longer conversation, but at that moment a large goblin emerged from the bushes and blocked their way. He was big for a goblin. His olive body was mottled with red paint, and half of his face was painted black. Unlike most goblins, he had a full set of hair, shaved at the sides and tied in a thick, long braid. Even his hair had red streaks of paint on top. He held an impressive weapon in his right hand. And a very unusual weapon for a goblin. It looked like a halberd, but

He was short and reminded her of smigle from the hobit. "You know we need her alive, dumbo." The man in a red jacket slapped smigle's head and he winced. "Bring her." He ordered then retreated and what Maris assumed to be werehynas jumped out of the bushes with saliva dropping down their jaws, then they shifted back to their human form. "Stay away from me." She managed to get to her feet with a twig in her hand. "Do not come close, I repeat-"

And slowly, something starts to come out of the ashes. A black creature with black fur and red eyes. No bigger than any of the logs. Limping out of the brick fireplace and letting out small coughs like a little child. It's a Rogue. A baby. A pup.

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.