Goblin Cave Novels & Stories

Gibson looked all around him to ensure he didn’t have a witness. “Go to the northern shore where there are adjacent twin caves. Step on the rocky ledge at the base of the first cave. It will open up to Evelyn’s hideout, but beware of Sergio, the serpent who guards the area. The only way to kill it is to blind its third eye!”

Tommy just nodded while he lay Diana in the nearby makeshift bed in the corner of the entrance of the cave and told the panhandler to take some rabbit blood for later. Upon looking at the forlorn wolf and the unconscious woman, Cavin realized of the battle that had happened in the mangroves moor and the gigantic goblin had been a tragedy. He knew they only left death and destruction in their wake. But that could only mean one thing to Cavin. “If the seigniory and powers of darkness are on to you and your quest,” he taunted, “that must mean you may soon begin to accept your own calling.”

They are finally approaching the cave, and it looks great. The entrance is almost completely hidden behind trees and a small waterfall. It’s almost impossible to tell there even is a cave there. Behind the waterfall, there’s a large system of tunnels running in a lot of different directions. Chick explains that a lot of them meet up and make a veritable maze to get in. George seems pleased with it, and Seb does a once-over of the main area.

"It's old and it doesn't like the new trees. It has a... a pocket. A deep pocket where the grey can't see." They followed her direction. The rows of trees began to thin, and the ground became rocky and uneven. They had reached the foothills of a small, rugged mountain range, a place too difficult for the plantation's orderly expansion. The land here was still wild, scarred but fighting back. And there, hidden behind a waterfall that cascaded down a mossy cliff face, was a cave. The entrance was narrow, but once they managed, with immense effort, to maneuver Ronan's body through it, it opened into a wide, dry cavern. The air was cool and clean, and the sound of the waterfall outside was a con

Caleb asked, puzzled. "There's a cave manor in Wodel Valley, north of the Corvus Empire," Gigi replied quietly. "It's the former residence of a Sword Exalt, and with multiple factions working to unseal it, everyone can get in soon. This token is your ticket for entry.

He asked in a teasing manner. She wanted to throw her macaron at him, but recalling Agathus’ warning voice she held back with a frown. Alastair was glad to see that Alexis didn’t return his behaviour with a smile. ‘I should give Agathus that bonus’ he thought with a smile. ‘But more importantly…’ he frowned, knowing how difficult goblin infestations were to control. Countless deaths had been at the hands of those extremely small but strong beings. A goblin was the result of a feral dwarf. They lose their mind and shy away from the sun and then their skin changes colour and they attack any humans on sight.

They have no choice but to fight. “They’re too many. What are we going to do now?” Cybelle mumbled while summoning her double sword. “Angelo, stay by my side.” Angelo hummed while trembling because he never seen that kind of creature in his entire life. Goblin is an evil creature. Their appearance is almost small like dwarfs, and outright malicious, with hairy skin in green color, having sharp and long ears, big mouth and crooked sharp teeth—in short, ugly. They like to steal weapons, especially gold and jewelry, and any things that can be useful. Also, goblins like to kidnap girls as their plaything, torturing them until they die. They are more cunning than humans, but they are also a cowar

It led them deeper into the Dale, into the darkest part of the woods, where the trees grew so closely together, almost all of the sunlight was blocked out. “There,” whispered Sprout. Ahead of them was the mouth of a massive cave. “In the cave?” Asked Hayden. “Yes, Prince, the cave. It’s the Ghostly Grotto. There are spirits within who whisper to travellers to try to get them lost inside so when the cave floods at night, the travellers drown and become ghosts themselves, adding to the whispers, growing the chorus of whispering voices,” explained Sprout theatrically. Titan felt a chill creep through him. He did not like the sound of that at all.

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

“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