Goblin Cave Vol 1 Novels & Stories

I asked like a child asking their parents if they could have a new toy and he chuckled in response. “I have an idea,” he looked away from me and to the ground beside him before he said “Hex,” and a short man appeared out of thin air beside him. I jumped backward on my bed and pushed myself against the wall. How the fuck?! “This is my minion,” he said and the small demon beside him bowed to me without speaking. Damien turned to him and said, “I want you to see if she has the same gift as you to read minds.”

This gained all my interest and U was determined to know exactly what it was. I pushed myself into the small opening and began to crawl. I crawled through the tight tunnel like area until I reached a large cave. I pushed myself out of the tunnel and I looked around in awe. What was this place? The cave was empty, only having a short pillar and on top of it was the glowing book I had laid my eyes on earlier. It glowed with a purple light that seemed to attract me to it. I walked over to it and examined it carefully. It had the same inscription that the spell book had. Just what was this book?

All the goblins were wrapped around the altar , the moon was prominent and full in the sky , its color was crimson, the sky was sad and the rain was heavy , the sacrifice was lying on the altar , the goblin leader with his black dagger and red fist, the two mages began to cast some spells and the goblins danced and screamed and circled around him. After a few minutes, the commander's eyes began to turn red and blood began to flow. Then he took his dagger and slashed the prince and began to drink his blood until the corpse became dry. A beam descended from the moon, pierced the goblin commander's chest, he fell to the ground, then wings appeared in his back. He grew in size and one horn grew

Germaine exclaimed, eying the creatures. They passed through halls each carved with elaborate skill. Some were plain, others lined with finely carved murals depicting goblin life or statues of prominent figures. On the way, Germaine was introduced to so many goblins, she lost count. Some goblins they passed, going about their business, stopped, setting baskets on the ground to gaze at them, wide-eyed. The shock of their arrival swept through the tunnel. One hall stood out more than others - an underground market - with stalls for trading goods. Artificial light permeated the space, casting everything in a yellow and orange ambiance. The smells of food cooking on makeshift fires left Germaine

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.

Asher informed Logan, who stood guard outside the cave. “The backup team arrived just now. We are coming in,” Logan replied, and Asher looked around, sniffing the enclosure for any foreign scent. The scent of roses messed with his sense of smell. Asher knelt, taking a whiff of the old rags. If she was sleeping down here, it would surely have her scent. It didn’t take long before he caught the distinct scent of a vampire mixed with what smelled like lilacs. So this was what he smelled the other day in the graveyard—the thought disturbed him.

Then he turned his head to the puck in front of him. The goblin was saying something he couldn't understand. ‘what the hell? I don't understand what this guy is saying! Yao Tai thought as he looked at the goblin who kept babbling something he didn't understand. Does he kill them? No, it is important to reduce the numbers of kobolds and other inhabitants of the dungeon here. The numbers of living beings here were greater than in the game. The Kobolds that died this time were over fifty. He stated that he only collected thirty souls in the first dungeon, the Dungeon of Skeletons.

Alec bends to study it but still keeps his distance. The tiny creature is gray green, with a face far too wide for its body. Its eyes are black as coal, and its hands and feet are large and round like a baby's, with long, delicate fingers and toes. It doesn't stand more than a foot tall. "It might be a creature native to this pocket dimension," Alec says, eyeing the goblin warily. The creature starts to move towards us, and I take a step back. "Should we ... should we try to communicate with it?"

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."

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.