Goblin Cave Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

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.

“But it is here, Still here, Which means…” A sound echoed through the cavern, Not water, Something breathing. “We are not alone,” Damon's mental voice was tight with tension. Eyes opened in the darkness. Pairs of them, glowing sickly green. The breathing grew louder, multiplied. Whatever was down here with us, there were many of them. The eyes began moving closer, and I realized with growing horror that we were trapped in an underground tomb with creatures that had been feeding on each other in the dark for who knows how long.

Alpha Toph “W-what is this Gobar? What's going on?” I wheezed frantically, struggling to release myself from his minion's iron grip and wincing in pain when their talons dug into my flesh. “This dear good old friend is the conversion chamber, where we do all the work of the dark moon,” Gobar drawled, the heavy thud of his footsteps on the cave floor filling my ears as I squinted into the darkness, trying to follow his towering shadow frame with my wolf eyes and failing to.

Deep within a labyrinthine network of caves, hidden far from prying eyes, lay a vast underground hall. The cavernous expanse was dimly illuminated by a crimson glow that pulsed from veins of glowing stone etched into the walls, resembling the flow of blood through ancient arteries. At the far end of the hall stood a black throne carved from obsidian, its surface lined with grooves resembling veins that glowed faintly red. The air was heavy, suffused with an oppressive aura that seemed to sap the strength of anyone who entered.

And the darkness from the caves isn’t done with her yet. ---

I made up my mind and went inside, the inside was dark but thanks to my evil eyes it was as clear as if it was under the sunlight! I explored the cave… slowly marched inside with all my senses in alert… I raised the lances and spears using my [Telekinesis] and prepared to launch the attack any moment now… I also brought with me two shields that are too levitating around me in case I need to block an attack… Upon reaching a certain cave room, the goblins inside found out about my presence and let out a war cry ready to attack inside the dim lighted cave A dozen goblins, estimated number, nine cave goblins and three hobgoblins…

Luckily for Garth, both of their eyes are closed while chasing their pleasures. First, dark looks at the door and notices that the keys are still inside as does most of the doors have keys. The three crew members notice this as a calling card for the cells to remain unlocked until the usage of their purposes are done. Garth makes his own way threw his cell in a quiet motion of grace and elegance. The man sneaks behind the goblin that is impaling the orc’s backside. The sound of their sex meeting together filled the air, so much so that if Garth did make a mistake and made noise, his opposition wouldn’t hear anything. Both of his arms wrap around the creature’s throat and with a force that is

“Which way to go?” Eka onyx stares into Roy’s grey pupils. “The closer one” he replied indifferently * * * In the meantime… Rina felt a tumultuous pain in her chest, the next thing she knew was darkness engulfed her vision. She is awakened in the barren desert where she meets her twin once more, Lydia the seducer of men. Lydia is used to the vulgar nickname Rina gives her, her host was never into her anyway.

Ava and Emma were going to their parent's grave the next day. "Can you walk faster and quit thinking of Vador," Emma frowned. "Why doggie," Ava laughed. "Cause you're invisible and stuffed animals don't fly dummy" "Shut up Emma,be nice,We're here," she said pointing to the graves. They were at the back of the garden. "Isn't this enough prove that the dark lord has a soft spot for you?" Emma asked. "He's kind in his way Emma,this isn't affection. Common we should head back,I haven't had blood today,"

Gibbon liked the dark. It was comforting. Like a warm, black blanket, he could crawl inside and shut the outside world out, as if none of it even existed. A few weeks ago, after slogging through sewers and drain pipes for months, he’d come across this new dark place. Though there were lots of people walking around above him during the day, hardly anyone ever came down here, and at night, he was free to go out, do his bidding, and then come back here to be alone, taking solace in the blackness that echoed how he felt inside—dark, empty, and all alone.