Goblin Cave 4 Novels & Stories

:so bored, lets ruin someones lyf lol :great idea. lookadis werewolf gal, she finna confess to her childhood friend, how cute. :does the friend like her too? :i think so ya :ight lets have her meet her mate a week after she confesses so she gets rly frustrated haha :oh and then lets have her walk next to her mate every morning even tho shes like, super crazy abt the other guy xd :thats hilarious! now tell the principal to have the upper floors be used for clubs so everyone will have to change rooms and lets have her class be conveniently placed next to the soccer field so he sees him even more lololol

Xolvion nodded as he walked to the back part of the cave where the girls were, already knowing which of them were alive and which of them were not. Xolvion reached the back of the cave and pulled back a brown rag that seemed to separate apart of it, sensing more life inside. His senses were sharp, allowing him to detect all forms of life within the area meaning that nothing without the ability to hide its own life force would escape his detection. "I see... Goblin offspring." He said, realising that this was the goblin nursey, filled with ten baby goblins that had been left in the back of the cave. Crystal gasped as she looked at the baby goblins, knowing that they were the result of the poo

Rose asked. “These goblins really aren’t your average ones. They seem to have a system in their group. Which means that they have a leader. Their leader is probably a hobgoblin, I can’t be sure though,” Matthew said. Matthew took a short breath before continuing. “We’ll attack them at noon, when they are most probably asleep. They would have two guards staying at the entrance and another four on patrol not far from the fence. We’ll move silently and quickly. The cave is gonna be pretty tight to move, my sword might be too long to be swinging inside.”

The sky grew lighter, and humans would leave their fortress searching for the weapon. Feeling the urgency, the hobgoblin picked up his pace and told the magicians to start tracing the airflow. They were looking for any caves in the area with mining activity. Open caves were too obvious. Dwarves were cautious creatures. They would conceal the caves inside a mountain, but even so, they could not conceal all the unusual airflow that went into tiny cracks. After nearly an hour of investigating unusual airflow in mountain cracks, they found a green and mossy stone slab concealing a rather small entrance. It was smaller than entrances humans made and not tall enough for the hobgoblin to go through

Goblins have short fangs and claws, and their skin is tinged in green variations depending on the areas they are from and have facial tattoos of complex lines lining their jaw or sometimes one side of their face depending on their strength. We came to the river and waded in following it upstream for a few miles, feeling that it was sufficient, and our trail lost we exited the river and headed back into the trees searching for cover, careful not to leave a trail they could follow. “There’s a cave a few miles up.” Gia announced, and pointed in the proper direction. Her gift of controlling and speaking with the earth was amazingly helpful. “Let’s go then. I’m freezing.” Sunama muttered through

By the time they reached the bottom, the tunnel breathed. And then— The attack began. A massive wave of goblins poured from the left wall—vile, hunched, teeth clacking, eyes glowing red with demonic possession. From the right: orc warriors in blood-forged armor, twice Khy’s size, wielding rusted axes that shimmered with cursed mist. And from deeper in the shadows… something darker. The Mist Warden. A floating beast cloaked in smoke and screams. No face. Just black tendrils and a voice like cracked glass.

The bones are from the creature that the goblins ate. The goblin builds a cave for them to live in the cave is very deep and wide. However, the goblin rarely comes out of their cave because the toxic poison can kill them. Panji and the others went into the cave a of them head toward the one they call 'Minster' Goblins are normally brainless creatures with no direction. But once every three thousand years born an intelligent Goblin. The normal goblin is small in size with White sharp teeth. They have a green body with pointy ears. Their head is round like a globe and their eyes are red like blood the goblins are always carried hand made weapons.

And he starts heading towards Mt moon as he arrives there he sees a huge cave in front of him. Lauren "isn't this the place where the moonstone is found, well I won't be needing it so I don't care, but I have to be careful there are lots of Zubats and Geodudes in this cave" As he starts to walk inside this complex structure of a cave he gets lost ones or twice but gets back to the original root very easily while he is even attacked by groups of Zubats, Ivysaur and Chimchar get rid of them. After being in this mage like a cave for more than an hour he finally finds the exit but before he gets out he finds two very peculiar stones one has a shape like a snail shell on it and the other has a bu

“The captain wants to have a word with you. They need you to join the expedition to the Goblin Mountains. With you there, it’s going to be easier to find their cave.” I nod. Even without using my nose, I already know where the cave is. I wandered there a few times to steal their food during the winter season to give over to the pack. I could just easily point to the location on the map, but that would mean leaving myself out of the mission. I would rather go along with them to prove that I am willing to fight alongside them—also, the goblins can be very vicious in enclosed spaces. There’s no telling what sort of traps they would encounter. There will be werewolves in the group, but that woul

Theo stopped, "We're almost there. It's the cave up ahead. Now, remember this is ancient vampire grounds, we must be careful." Lobo scoffed. When I saw the cave a shiver ran down my back. The strange grey rocks held a golden hue to them, almost as if someone had painted them. The entrance was eerie, dark with a slither of bright green vines across the opening, like a thin line of curtain created by nature. "We're not going to explode when we walk in there, are we?" Betty's voice held humor but I could hear the slight tremor of worry in her voice. Theo chuckled lightly, "No, there is nothing to worry about."