Fur Goblin Novels & Stories

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.

voices spoke from behind the rocks. Sweat formed on Lily's forehead, and her heart started beating irregularly. Before she could react and hide from the mysterious voices, two goblins jumped in her direction. They were hideously ugly, with broad noses, flat faces, pointed ears, and wide mouths filled with small but sharp fangs. Their skin ranged from deep red to shades of orange and yellow, with members of the same tribe sharing similar skin colors. The two goblins salivated excessively. "D- Delicious meat, stop! We just want to be friends with you," one of the goblins with a shorter height said, attempting to negotiate.

I questioned her and Keran and Nyx both grinned and nodded. "The goblins are highly sexual creatures and won't think anything about an exposed nipple, bare breast, or man's penis out on display so don't stare or be too shocked by what you see. Also, some have extras…arms, eyes, etc," Nyx informed Noah and me. I shrugged and told him hell's demons were similar.

—mutants with pale skin, extra limbs, or reflective eyes—were checking weapons that looked like they were scavenged from a dumpster behind a DARPA facility. "The Furry Ones?" Grog asked, taking a bite of the cream puff. "My scouts smell them. Wet dog. Expensive leather. Very rude scent." "They're coming through the main drainage outflow," Jack said. "Valerius sent his vanguard. These aren't just wolves, Grog. They're purebloods. Fast, strong, and they heal instantly." Grog grunted, wiping cream from his chin. He walked over to a large, rusted wheel valve on the wall. "Strong heals. Fast runs. But can they swim in... the Soup?"

I swallowed nervously and paused as he began writing on the document. "Faelon's mother is a hybrid. Do you know Raven Volkov?" He inquired curiously and I shrugged. "I know a Zurac Volkov from the blood wars,'' I replied and Lucifer nodded telling me that Zurac was Faelon's grandfather and my eyes widened. Zurac had a fire wolf but that didn't explain Faelon's odd gifts. So I asked curiously, "How does Faelon have wings and blue bolts instead of flames?" Lucifer chuckled looking at Kasin.

"Yes. I saw that the spiders' numbers are indeed big and may be causing an imbalance in the forest. We will need to cull their numbers. Maybe the goblins would be interested…" Erik said and stood thinking about the 'problem' in hands. The goblins had a ritual where their young had to kill a beast to be accepted as adults in their society. And maybe, just maybe, they would be interested in using the acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest as a means to an end. Of course that the goblin to do the kill would have the rights to claim the corpse as theirs, but that was no problem. Erik was brought out of his thinking line by a noise. He looked at the entrance to the main chamber and saw Selena. She

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

They found themselves whittling away the hours staring at the dim light that peeked through the slats of wood that held them. Huddled in the corner of their makeshift prison were two distinct figures that unwillingly drew attention to themselves. The other kids had stayed far from them. Their skin was rough and leathery, but it wasn’t the texture of it that set them apart, rather the fact that their blotchy hides were covered in various shades of green. With this characteristic, in addition to their sharp pointed ears and their defined teeth, anyone who hadn’t lived beneath a rock their entire life would identify these creatures as goblins.

The thick layers of fog began to lessen, and the elves saw standing on a lousy make-shift stage made from wood was an orc, a goblin, and a troll. After the goblin finished speaking, the troll, speaking the language of his race, also had something to say, not that either of the elves could understand. Locked onto the thousand tiny dots below, the thin veil of fog allowed the female elf a better view, but what she saw caused her blood to freeze.

Vino replied in an undertone. "Look," Zac whispered to Ivana. "A goblin!" Ivana's sharp eyes had glimpsed the small creature hiding against the craggy stalagmites. Nerida had seen the goblin, too. She flew over and rendered him completely still. "Why are you skulking here?" Orlando questioned quietly. The creature had rolling eyes and wide mouth. His arms and legs were thin. His feet and hands were the size of his head. He had three fingers and two toes. He was badly disproportioned.