Goblin Books Novels & Stories

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

The three of us just returned home after I went and meet the dismantler to dismantle the goblin general. Goblins aren’t that uncommon, so apart from the magic stone inside their body, they wouldn’t provide much profit. However, the goblin general is an A-rank monster. Its skin is sturdy enough to be made into an armour, and its fangs and horns are resilient enough to be made into arrowheads or daggers. And it is informed that they would always bear a B-rank Mana stone inside their body. Carter nodded, although slowly. “I am.” He then paused.

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you

“That choice lies with your ruler. I was taking the blade back to him – to all of you – so that it may be placed with Volnar Nev’s remains as is your custom.” The bull-like head leaned closer, looming over Andric ominously. “You know much about our culture, Grenyaar. Again I ask, why do you seek us out?” “An alliance, as I said. It may not be apparent in your lands as yet, but war is coming. The Goblins have organized and have been raiding villages in our land. We believe there is Dark Magic behind it, for they have allied themselves with magic users not of the Na’Himara. In time it is likely that they will seek to augment their forces with other races, those who are actively hostile to the

Every hair on my neck stood. It was darker than I expected. Low lanterns flickered like tired fireflies — not nearly enough. You’d think a library would want you to actually 'see' what you’re reading. Behind the front desk sat… a bald-headed, shrewd-looking goblin. Ah. That explained the lighting. A quick sweep of the room caught sight of more goblins perched on long, creaking ladders, shelving books twice their height with the grim efficiency of undertakers arranging coffins.

At her very young age, Amara Fairoza wishes to see one. "The Goblin's never been dead. Do you see how sad the sky is? When the Goblin is sad, the clouds cry." said by the same old woman when Amara was seven. "It's raining cats and dogs. Maybe, he's sad waiting for his bride to save him." still the old woman when she was ten. Amara learned most about goblins and other creatures from the streets and the walls. Books were limited in their humble town. According to the books, goblins were cruel beings. They abused their power and made the people suffer. All they wanted was to be the wealthiest and be the most powerful creature. It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemi

“A few months? You do realize by then it'll be too late? Do you even know how dangerous that would be?” “It’s not my body anyway.” Zoe lost it, pounding him. “Why did I even get together with a man like you? No matter what, you’re paying for this! And I still have school!” He left the hospital and ran straight into me. His eyes lit up when he saw the money in my hands. “Where did you get that money?” “Gambling,” I answered matter-of-factly. “It’s all luck, not fate! It felt amazing turning a thousand dollars into tens of thousands!"

The scent of old parchment and wood filled the air. I ran my fingers along the spines of thick, weathered books, searching for anything that might stand out. Think, Evelyn. Gabriel had always been calculated. He didn’t act alone — someone had helped him move into the pack well guarded walls. There had to be a pattern, a trail I could follow. I pulled out a ledger, its leather cover cracked with age. Flipping through the pages, I scanned the names and notes, but nothing stood out. Frustration prickled at the back of my neck.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt. I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—dozens at first, then hundreds, their black, ashy skin glowing faintly under the pale light. They hated sorcerers, always had. Unlike the White Goblins, these creatures were pure hostility. They formed a ring around me, baring teeth, hissing threats. One stepped forward—taller than the others, a crooked crown on his head. His voice slithered through the air like poison.