Goblin Cave 4 Novels & Stories

And as I move toward him, he takes his eyes and heads to the ground in a low bow. I began to walk into another hallway with him behind me; the one that held my subjects. I hear the fast thud of Augustine's heartbeat, I also hear their heartbeats as well, and I can tell how many they are in the room ahead. My senses kick in. I twitch my nose and my golden eyes flare up in the dark hallway; I detest the smell of Aarde, it is the smell of the Karbouter, also known as the Goblin. I smell it first before the whiff of the Werewolves and vampires runs up my nostrils.

Those eyes of hers grow lifeless, Garth is too late to act. The goblin stands up and lucky for Garth, the dead body and the way it is hand conceals his visage for now. A green hand is pressed on the dead body's lower stomach. A firm open palm first before switching to the back of his hand. “Cunt died on me.” He says under his breath. He grabs a piece of paper from the back deck of his cell room and then begins to read it. It’s a log of all their kidnaps and the ones that are ready and prepped for selling. While he walks over to the dead dwarf, he reads these logs unnoticing the large man. Through the paper, he feels a large hand on his face, propelled outward and gripping his visage. Garth’s

They all stood there hovering, the goblins who were at the front had seen this and stopped, but the ones behind who could not see only carried on walking forwards and this all lead to the wave of goblins to continue to advance. Taking a small deep breath, Noah released his earthen spikes. They all tore across the cave and smashed into the goblins cutting through the first few lines and sending many more flying away. He did not stop there though and quickly conjured up more and more. The spikes constantly screech through the air and tear through the screeching goblins.

GILDEON “I can’t believe you’ve had a hidden torture chamber all this time,” he said as he glanced around the cavern. “Why didn’t you tell me?” They were deep inside the cave, half a mile from Roselia’s farmstead. Jagged stalactites hung from the ceiling like teeth, decorated with vines he was sure Roselia had placed there. Cold water dripped from above, the sound echoing off the stone like a slow heartbeat. A few stalagmites rose from the ground to mirror them, spaced wide enough to walk through. These were wrapped in flowers he could only presume were poisonous.

I heard Ember moving but couldn’t see her, suddenly the place was illuminated as fire spewed from her mouth until a torch lit where we were. The place looked like some medieval dungeon. We walked down and saw different metal doors where we couldn’t even see who was inside. Ember touched each door closing her eyes and stopped at one. She opened her eyes and turned to me, “She’s here” I made my way to the door where Ember was and slotted in her golden key and sure enough the key opened the door. Ember held the torch at the door and I entered, I found a figure crouched down on the dirty ground and noticing the lights and footsteps, she looked up.

King Kaelric traveled through the mountains, a quarter day's journey on his steadfast horse, accompanied by three of his strongest soldiers for the auction which took place underground, three villages away from Arkenholt. The lair was owned by an old goblin who went far beyond the five kingdoms and deep into the sea, searching for precious, magical relics. In his most shrewd ways, he’d send an invitation to the kings and have them bid over his stolen treasures—all for his entertainment and wealth.

This mage turned towards the only thief in the party, a gnome, and asked, "Are you sure that he entered here?" The gnome thief went towards the entrance of the cave and squatted down and stared at the ground before the cave for a few moments before he answered, "I'm positive, boss. That player did indeed enter this cave." Following his words, the gnome thief stood up and went to the back of the party. From here on out his job was done as thieves couldn't track other players within a cave.

The dragon took wing and courted his celestial love with a radiant display of fire from her triple gullets, washing the purple mountains in gold. Twilight drew close when they came to the mouth of the cave. Zmei continued his display, like a proud bird of paradise. “Quick,” Ivan said, dismounting Greyback. “Zmei’s cavern is a labyrinth, and the gateway closes at dusk.” Morozko followed Ivan inside, wading through Zmei’s plundered hoards. Skeletons mixed with gold and jewels. Stalactites dripped like icicles from the ceiling and the lair smelled of charred meat.

“All right.” “Someday, Gonar, you will find a place of no sorrow, where you will never have to be sorry again. Understand?” “I’m trying.” “Good.” They descended into cavities down beneath the ground. The tunnel gave way to a huge cavern. They kept trekking downward on a natural ramp of stone, walking steadily, and no longer alone. The walls, while painted with a greenish few lines, were awash in a golden glow that emerged from deeper in the cave. This radiance cast off gave the creatures sitting there about a peculiar halo on their white furry selves. The way proved easy to follow, well lit by a great light source beyond, and populated by the giant creatures the deeper they traveled. None of

Chapter Twenty-Six Anders Hidden deep within the castle, underneath the ground was a cave. It wasn’t really a cave as in the word, but a place that looked like one. Gargoyles were stationed at almost every corner making it look eerie. These gargoyles came to life once they sensed a Vampire within their territory, and each of them belonged to every Vampire in the Kingdom. I walked to my own. It was short, and barely reached my knees. Its teeth was bared in what was supposed to be a smile, but instead, it looked like a scary creature smiling at its prey.