Goblin Feet Poem Novels & Stories

This place was an insult to my abilities. It was time to fix it. I stretched my fingers and let magic surge through my veins. “Tóg suas na huirlisí, glan an smionagar. Gluaiseacht mar ghaoth, obair gan scíth. Togtha agus deas, déan mo theach slán.” The air hummed. The sunlight quivered, as if obeying my command. Almost simultaneously, small shadowy figures began to become visible. The goblins were less than half my height; their eyes sharp and assessing.

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

The goblin toddler looked at his eyes and told in a stern voice, "You don't belong here. Go away." The moment the goblin kid spoke, Azalias felt an enormous force struck his body. He flew away through the red door and crashed into the corridor wall. This time the corridor was dry. But soon, blood flew out of bloody red doors and filled it. Along with the blood pool, the ghost lady also reappeared again, looking more aggressive and frenzied. On top of that, the goblin toddler also joined with the ghost lady.

Twist from the bottom to get the shell of its mouth. Ardina's body was swayed by the struggle between fellow flesh-eating plants. Her stomach was queasy, and her head felt very dizzy. Then, Nara, swung her hand while brandishing the wood at the giant Goblin. The ears are long, but the legs are shaped like frogs. Her fingers are webbed. But unfortunately, the scratch on the pointed part of the wood she was holding didn't make the giant Goblin's position move from its place. The front legs began to move and attacked Nara's back.

“What-what are you? I swear I saw your kind in my dreams.” And many more creatures, but the thing that kept me awake for so many nights was the winged demon. His red eyes held a knowing gaze that irked Cent. “I am a goblin, my lady. And for the reason why you are here, my lord will be the one to explain to you why.” Where are my shadows? I can’t feel them or hear them. Is this also because of my birthday? Wait. “What time is it, Mr. Goblin? You found me in the skating rink, right?”

I did not want Anna to see me being pointed at and insulted like this. That was the only dignity I had left. As I was trying to leave in grief, someone maliciously stuck out his foot and tripped me, causing me to fall to the floor. The food that had spilled earlier smeared all over me. Marvin covered his nose, looking faintly disgusted. "Alright, let him leave." "Did you hear that? Hurry up and get out!" "Do you think an animal like you deserves to show up in a place like this?!" I climbed up numbly. I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back.

Gahala's POV: I GRAB the neck of the Goblin as soon as I blow the wind as a sign of getting his last breathe. He tried to grab me but I am faster more than he thinks that with my right hand I pulled the leaves and pushes it to his face. I gathered the water in my left hand and throw it to him. I blow once again and when he slam on the groud the Goblin has no sign of life. The encounter happens when I was walking to the forest and I accidentally saw this creature trying to seek from the Enlaja. I immediately went behind him that he never notice even my single step and when he was about to enter I grab him hard and slam him on the ground.

At almost three times the goblin's height, he towered over the cowering, pathetic creature as he stretched out his legs to hover above. "Chant?," Damon snarled. "What the fuck is this? Explain yourself, before I rip your throat out too." The goblin stared up at him, her beady black eyes wide with terror. She trembled, her throat working as she swallowed hard. "My liege, I am so sorry," she stammered. "I never meant for-for my participation to go this far. I only wanted to capture the witch because her clan is a threat to hers !"

I spend the first three songs eating cake near the refreshment table and waiting to be ambushed. A Goblin finds me during the fourth, approaching with the body language of a man walking toward something he isn't sure he should be walking toward. He's been somewhere else since the ball started, and now he's back, eyes darting. I finish the last strawberry on my plate. "Rea," he says, too carefully, "can I talk to you? Privately. The back garden—"

I can feel their eyes on me. A sharp thorn pierces the ball of my foot, and I stumble. Laughter rings out from the sidelines. "Careful, Luna," someone calls. "Wouldn't want you to fall on your face." My jaw locks. I plant my feet, ignoring the throbbing pain, and keep walking. The moonlight dances across the path like a distant guide, and I follow it, focusing on one step at a time. By the time I reach the clearing’s end, my legs are shaking, and my feet are slick with fresh and dried blood.