Goblin Face Novels & Stories

One pointer finger press on his lips to urge her to keep silent. The left cage consists of two male goblins. Both are naked and one of them is bound with chains wrapped around his back and his legs spread open also chained. The bound goblin is way too young not even old enough to please a woman with his cock but with older male goblins that is a different story altogether. He is in bondage, on a table with his lower half facing the other male creature who is much older, gruff sounding and has a white beard growing from his face. A firm smack on the chest of the bound surfaces like a gunshot.

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?"

A groan escaped his mouth, and one of the goblins looked his way. What had he done for their reaction to be this severe? "He's waking up." One of them rose and stalked across the room to him. He tracked the goblin's movement. They were in human form, but they still looked nasty. How did humans pass them on the street and not notice there was something wrong with them? Some were charming and could put on a more attractive face, but most goblins were not that powerful. He'd bet many prisons held goblins. They were not fit for polite society.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

"Gwen!." "Who…who…who is Gwen?." He stammered in fright. I couldn't believe my ears. He had just asked that. He didn't remember who she was, what had he done to her? "Your lover Gwen." "Is this how you treat her?." I got no response from the terrified wolf. My suspicions were confirmed. He was probably abusive to not just the girl on the ground, but Gwen as well. In a fit of rage, I punched him in the face. Gripping his neck, I held him up in the air, his feet left the ground. I was ready to snap his neck.

he said in his bold and rounded voice. The man was thousands of years old but looked no more than maybe forty years old in human years. One of the demon’s abilities, or any creature not in the human realm, was the ability to freeze our features so that we always appeared young. I froze myself around twenty, but Uncle Luci wanted a bit more wisdom to show on his face, so he let himself age a bit more, along with growing a large and bushy beard to match his curly hair. I was sure that if he shaved the beard it would take ten years off of him.

And lastly, I somehow recognized it as a goblin shark because of its protruded nose and mouth that looked like it was at a permanent sneer. I gulped. Byron and I readied ourselves for their attack when the Goblin shark suddenly spoke. ‘Prince, where have you been? And who are these humans that you have with you?’