Goblin Fingers Novels & Stories

"When you are homeless what is right and wrong kind of blurs. We won't take anything from them, just use their oven." Donal nodded. He had a feeling his sense of things were going to be tested, but he also knew he would do whatever needed to be done to protect Meg. He would need to stay alive and eat to do that. "Then I will go fishing when the sun sets. If you do me a favor." "Sure." "Can you stay awake until I get back and look out for goblins?" "Goblins? Well, I don't know what they look like." Donal rubbed his chin. He needed a shave. "They are small creatures with pointy ears and lots of teeth. They will be furtive and sneaky."

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.

At her very young age, Amara Fairoza wishes to see one. "The Goblin's never been dead. Do you see how sad the sky is? When the Goblin is sad, the clouds cry." said by the same old woman when Amara was seven. "It's raining cats and dogs. Maybe, he's sad waiting for his bride to save him." still the old woman when she was ten. Amara learned most about goblins and other creatures from the streets and the walls. Books were limited in their humble town. According to the books, goblins were cruel beings. They abused their power and made the people suffer. All they wanted was to be the wealthiest and be the most powerful creature. It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemi

He licked her neck, swirling his tongue on the punctured holes as she shivered. Immediately after the blood bound and marking, Nadazhda was introduced to many alphas and lords under Zaccheus's rulings. Mermaids, goblins, elves, fairies, and so others were presented. The goblins lord was a stout man, and his cloak was gold. All his fingers were covered with gold rings as his eyes shone, and continued to lick it with greediness. She was told that goblins are slaves to treasure, especially gold. They could do anything for a gold coin.

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

As the goblin, lost his balance, I rolled from beneath him and crawled backward from the water. The puddle was expanding rapidly. Water burbling and splashing as it came through, layering over the dirt surface. The goblin’s feet were sinking, and his right leg was next. Vanishing under water. I didn’t know what’d happened to the two arms, Orin had pulled through to him, but the goblin was now unable to retract them from the water. He was screaming and twisting, flopping helplessly like a stranded fish. Orin’s dark hand reached out to catch his throat, pulling him deeper underwater.

I wasn’t going to let this continue. It was time to end this. Or so I thought.. I looked around and saw as the servants each fought two or three goblins. All of them are heavily injured too. Even more so than Fenrir. Each goblin has different types of weapons. Axes, spears, or a simple knife or dagger. But their moves and skills aren’t that simple. It wasn’t messy as anyone would expect it to be. One goblin carefully sneaked behind a servant’s back, and I immediately waved my hand to blast off some small shot pheromones. The servant gasped but looked at me with gratitude as he continued to slit two of the goblins’ throats in front of him.

They will eradicate anyone who was opposed to the mother church. Aside from their stature, they also held the additional distinguishing trait of giant trolls' ancestors: they grow an additional finger on each hand and an extra toe on each foot, for a total of twelve fingers and twelve toes. This physical abnormality benefited their mastery in battle by heightening their gripping span.

There were different dishes placed in front of me but I was quite full from earlier, although everyone was having some so I settled on picking a plate of Vargabeles and ate the sugary pastries. Just as I was thinking on how to start searching for clues, I felt I was being watched again, my eyes landed on a pawn shop across the streets, it looked kinda weird but something about it drew me closer so I entered, the bell rang as I opened the door and got in regardless, that when my eyes were drawn to the different witch objects, especially the scrying pan that was giving off an eerily glow, I stepped closer and touched it, electricity zapped through me for a second before it resonated with the m

Felix bit down on Betty's arm, leaving a neat row of teeth marks. Betty screamed and let go. Felix jumped free from her grasp. "You little brat, how dare you bite me?" Betty raised her hand to smack his back. But her hand hung in mid-air, unable to come down. Kyle Hines stood expressionless, gripping her wrist. With one shove, he flung her onto the ground. Felix ran up and hugged Kyle's leg. Tear-streaked, he pointed at the stunned Betty. "Dad, it's this mean lady. She wouldn't let me go and threw Mom down."