Fur Goblin Novels & Stories

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I transformed into my wolf form, joining my security team and gamma. In the chaos, one rogue caught my attention. This rogue possessed a rare gift—a shape-shifter known as Glabor. Glabor had the ability to shift between forms seamlessly, switching from human to a fearsome hybrid state. In his glabro form, he displayed a mix of human and werewolf traits, making him a strong and commanding presence. Glabors were believed to be extinct.

Her finger had a nice set of teeth marks to prove it. The baby seemed to change to whichever beastkind held it. It didn't matter that a cat was in human form, the child knew. Four days later, his human side finally broke through. Human babies did not have fun when it came to mobility, so two legs were rare. Even five months younger, he terrorized the cat cubs continually. Sierra and Roland stood their ground, but they were now over a year old. It was comical to see them trying to figure out this new entity that was both cat and wolf. Laughter was the main diet of the clan.

When I closed the door behind us, Hunt moved right over the fireplace and crouched beside the hearth as he threw a few logs in. The wide, black rug near him was soft and warm, so I kicked off my boots and sat beside Hunt, watching as the fire started in the hearth. "You know all those fables," Hunt said, as he settled next to me. "The ones humans wrote about werewolves or wolves, in general, being afraid of fire." I saw the smile forming on his lips, so I lay down, my back flat against the ground as I rested my head on Hunt's lap, staring up at him.

She dropped the shovel as the pain made her cry out. The Hellhound was forced to let go of her as it was shoved on its back by a grey human-like creature. With big green eyes and leathery grey skin, it was a familiar’s true form, a goblin. She watched as the goblin wrapped it spidery long fingers around the Hellhound’s neck before ripping its head off. The goblin dropped the Hound’s head and looked at her with its big bald head quirking to the side and its long tale almost wagging. It morphed quickly to its other form, an Australian Shepherd dog. Arthur Chestnut’s pale blue eyes looked at her in concern as he padded over her. She let out a sigh of relief. She bent down and patted his furry f

But the goblin was ugly. His head was squat and a slight divide in the skull made him look like a dragon’s head stitched unceremoniously to the body of a dwarf. His complexion was as brown as a nut, his skin tough in texture and coarse to look at. A golden tooth peeked from inside the thick heavy lips under a nose that looked like a flared-up firework. Broot took his hat down and arched forward in greeting. A soft ‘master’ escaped his lips and Mordant looked up from his copy of the dawn.

They sound like those of an animal, but the voice is harsher than the normal animal of the human world. We reached a place where there are many creatures resting inside. All creatures almost look the same. "Mouka" Rag mumbled. So they are mouka. They have goblin eyes, fish scales bodies, and hen-like legs. Their teeth are sharp like sharks' teeth. They have a brown colored sort of like a walnut-colored body.

Ahmet led the group away because he felt that this place was not suitable to expose themselves, two hours to the north they found another village they hid to watch the situation. After observation, it was found that the village belongs to goblins , Goblins are intelligent and fast-developing creatures, and they are social creatures, but their only drawback is that they multiply rapidly, which made them pose a threat to other creatures. The goblins are divided into three types. the first category is the goblins of the forest and they are small creatures. The length of the adult goblin reaches the length of a human child of nine years old ,This breed is distinguished by its green color and lon

It was a rocky location, with purple crystals sparsely embodied in the terrain. 'They should be Fog goblin and those crystals enhance their innate ability to create illusions. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for me to get affected by simple rank 3 magical beasts.' After she had seen their aspect and the environment they were in, Sara guessed which kind of magical beasts they were facing. The Fog goblins were humanoid magical beasts. Their intelligence was high, almost on par with the human's one, and they mostly targeted intelligent beings as their prey. They covered an environment with fog that they naturally secreted which was used to confuse their victims.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

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.