Goblin Eyes Novels & Stories

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

his gaze met mine and a gasp left my lips. His eyes bad been completely consumed by the gold flakes and it was like they were glowing, radiant with a carnal desire and power that could make thousands fall to their feet. My eyes widened at the sight and just then the image of those malevolent gold eyes flashed behind my eyes making me take a step back. The flash kept going in front of my eyes, the colors of those eyes were the same as Darius', but how? The ones in my dream belonged to a rabbet monster.

Moka explained in her nasal voice. That was another thing Germaine noticed. Where Zar's voice was smooth and normal, the other goblins had nasal voices, as if they had something stuck inside their nostrils. The male goblin was hairy with overgrown beards decorated with beads, bones, and teeth. Both male and female were short, with bodies that rose not taller than her waist and wrinkled skin like it wanted to belong on a taller person but had to make do. Yet, what they lacked in height, they made up for in strength.

He also realized that there were some bigger green things looking at him and the others from afar, it then dawned on him [I'm an infant? The green creatures looking at him from afar were a lot bigger than him, but shared similar features. They had humanoid appearance, but with the three fingers and toes. They all had varied shades of green or brown skin. Beady bloodshot eyes, long hooked noses and sharp misaligned teeth. Some of them wore clothes, and some were nȧkėd, but they all carried sharp sticks, either long or short. [Goblins?] it dawned on him. Will, like many others in the world, had played or watched different types of media with classic fantasy genres, and the creatures around him

Dozens of tall, faceless monsters made of pure black smoke and glowing green eyes crawled out from the dark, their long, razor-sharp claws scraping against the frozen ground. As Gabriel leads his vanguard army down the mountain path toward the border, a terrifying, high-pitched screech echoes through the trees. Gabriel violently skids to a halt, his golden eyes widening in horror. Standing directly in the middle of the narrow mountain pass is his wicked mother, Evelyn, flanked by fifty howling shadow-monsters. Evelyn raises her hand, pointing a glowing green blade straight at Gabriel’s chest, and laughs, Did you really think I would let you leave the valley, my sweet, foolish boy?"

Perks of being a werewolf. ”Wait, Xander!” I call him. ”Yes?” ”Please give me something more, tell me something about my mate?” I plead him ”I don’t know. He’s about our age I think. Quite tall. White hair. Oh yeah, he has funky eyes. I heard some people call him weird-eye. Keeps to himself.” Gabriel growls instantly after hearing someone calling names at our mate. ”What do you mean weird eyes” I ask ”Well their coloring is all funky, like you mix blue and brown but they don’t mix together. He’s not like a crooked-eye. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

It wasn’t Gavin. He was tall and lanky, his skin a pasty, unnatural white except for his palms, which were the color of pitch. His form seemed to be melting, trapped in a half-shift between human and monster. His eyes were reptilian, yellow with slits for pupils. Something about those eyes sparked a memory I couldn’t grasp through the haze of pain, a flicker of recognition from a nightmare I couldn’t place. This wasn’t Gavin!

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

"A little too young I see. But I don't think the goblins will mind." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME TOU SICK BASTARD," Luna yells at him. "I'm not going to do anything. You see, goblins don't have any females in their ranks. They procreate by breeding with other females of different species, and like I said before I lost a lot of good soldiers today and I need to grow my army. You might not be able to produce any children yet, but I doubt that they won't try to have their way with you. For now, we will just keep you alive until you can. The other women here have been producing young goblins for us for a while now."

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."