Goblin Feet Poem Novels & Stories

"What! You don't even know what it looks like." "I'll see what happens. I'm not a coward, and I doubt magic is real," replied Gumba, then he proceeded into the garden. Immediately he put his right leg into it, the thick tan of darkness disappeared, bringing back to life every life and object in the surrounding. But he was mistaken; the leg he had put into the garden turned leprous and he began groaning in great pain.

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

I said but it only made her laugh “You’re all sweaty, this was totally worth it” she laughed more. I wanted to protest but then something caught my attention The lights kept flickering until it turned off I heard the sound of footsteps being dragged from the other side, heavy breaths like someone had been injured grew louder “Is anyone there?” Gabi asked Just then we saw a big man bunny all covered in blood with it’s head in it’s hands “Give me your heads” It bellowed- “Ahhhh!!” we both screamed

Vino replied in an undertone. "Look," Zac whispered to Ivana. "A goblin!" Ivana's sharp eyes had glimpsed the small creature hiding against the craggy stalagmites. Nerida had seen the goblin, too. She flew over and rendered him completely still. "Why are you skulking here?" Orlando questioned quietly. The creature had rolling eyes and wide mouth. His arms and legs were thin. His feet and hands were the size of his head. He had three fingers and two toes. He was badly disproportioned.

Fairies. I didn’t know what to feel. I was not sure if I was just hallucinating or I was seeing the real thing. They were like humans, but little and with wings. “Don’t waste your time! Hurry! Kiss the Goblin!” their tiny voices were cute. I was still amused with the situation not until memories flashed in my head. “The Goblin’s trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride."

It sounded again, much closer this time, and was followed by a thundering of great feet. Never pass the fences... Never leave the longhouse before Dawn or after Dusk... Never forage or walk alone near the fences or in the far fields... Never go out in the moonlight... Never let the monsters bite you... There at the edge of the meadow, I saw the monster towering in the moonlight shadows of the forest. Hooves for feet, claw-shaped hands, man-like and yet not. Broken horns curled up from either side of the handsomest face I had ever seen. He grinned at me with pointed teeth. I suddenly regretted my decision to wander in the moonlight, to pass the fences, to leave the longhouse after dusk. I nev

The creature pulls back the hammer and leers his murky eyes to the two pirates. “Step forward, slowly.” That voice of the goblin is young, very young, and inexperienced. So much so that the captain had her doubts that he didn’t report his findings to whoever is in charge. “Seems we should approach, eh captain?” The deckhand has a condescending tone. Salavanta lets out a chuckle from the grasp of her lips. She places her hands in those trench coat pockets and begins to walk up. Garadx makes sure he is in front first before approaching as if he saw anything he could easily get the captain away or sacrifice himself. Both of them come up to the goblin and he waves his loaded handgun. “That is fa

The creature’s teeth look sharp enough to tear flesh from bone, I shiver as its bright, red eyes meet mine. It’s then that I notice the smell, more putrid than a chamber pot, but somehow its appearance is more disgusting. Green, wrinkly skin, dry and chapping. The strange armor adorning it does not hide nearly enough, its face alone makes me want to wretch. “Goblin?” I ask, subconsciously leaning away. Ghost rears up, nearly dumping me off his back, before taking off. The goblin screams behind us, a horrible, angry sound. I don’t look back, as I struggle to keep a grip on my ride; I don’t need to for long.

Those that were capable of using magic could not even scratch them. A young goblin girl was running for her life along with her mother. A centipede was quickly closing in on them despite many trying to stand in its way. While running, the girl was looking back at the massacre behind with teary eyes. Those were relatives and people she knew. Her heart broke and her spirit dwindled but her legs kept running being pulled by her mother.

“Whatever. Don’t get in my way.” We haven’t even been here for five minutes and we come across a group of eight hob goblins heading in the direction of the farm. I increase my speed, heading directly for them. “Wait, let’s-” Eldon is saying something but the wind in my ears cuts him off. I land in the middle of the group just as three hobgoblin heads roll off and land on the ground with leaky thuds. My pressure blades still shimmer as if they only cut through paper.