Goblin: El Solitario Ser Inmortal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.

Lucifer motioned for Damien and me to be seated beside him as he had a chair at the head of the table. He smiled and looked at me as he motioned to the servant named Perry as we took drinks from the tray and explained to me, “Thousands of years ago, Perry tried to kidnap my wife and take her as his own, but I managed to trap him here and enslave him for all eternity. Didn’t I, Perry?”10 He looked over to the servant in question as he spoke the last bit and got a snarl in response from the man.

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

He made her feel loved even with how she was. She was getting tired of the time being slow and being stuck at a place she couldn't find a way out of the cemetery with its high walls. She suddenly heard the sound of the gate fling wide open. She stood up and turned to see where it was coming from but nothing. She couldn't see anything. All she saw was a Boy running into the cemetery, "Who's that?" She whispered to herself.

"Why?" "They may seem like they're just nightclub owners, but they are gargoyles, and they are dangerous," Benton said. Gargoyles? He'd said that before. What was her father taking about? None of this made sense. "Gargoyles and their fairies are the only things that can defeat a goblin. Therefore, it brings me great pleasure to take out as many gargoyles as I can." He pulled something out of his desk. It looked like a bomb. "When they arrive, I'll just set off this bomb and fly away."

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

And they were going to pay with their blood. At last, Clint rounded on the final goblin who'd attacked them. Their grey, slate-like skin was natural to the underground cities where the goblins preferred to live. "W-wait!" the goblin screeched in her familiar, high-pitched whine. "My liege!" Damon stopped. His haunches raised, every hair on his body on end, he stared down at the small goblin who'd come here. Defied him. Attacked him.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.