Goblin Fingers Novels & Stories

Theodore assured Joseph. "Is this a promise? Will you take me to the realm of demons?" Joseph's eyes shone with excitement as he asked. "I don't know on which birthday I'll be able to make you come, but I promise you that I'll surely take you to see those flowers," Theodore promised by showing his pinky along with his signature boxy smile. Joseph gladly intertwined his pinky with Theodore's, and that's how they locked their promise. "Oh, Look !" Theodore pointed his finger near a big stone, "It's the crystal that you've been looking for," Joseph was happy that he completed his mission, and he found a good friend as well.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

Fuck it off. Brian shakes his head and laughs loudly. "I called. knew you had lost your conscience and gotten more bony". "It's the damn full moon", I mutter. "Where's your wolfsbane?", Brian asks. I hunch my shoulders. " I ran out, on my way over" "For real?" Brain scans the area. Lucky for you, there are plenty of lovely women in this area, and we are welcome to use any of the amenities on the rig.

And as I move toward him, he takes his eyes and heads to the ground in a low bow. I began to walk into another hallway with him behind me; the one that held my subjects. I hear the fast thud of Augustine's heartbeat, I also hear their heartbeats as well, and I can tell how many they are in the room ahead. My senses kick in. I twitch my nose and my golden eyes flare up in the dark hallway; I detest the smell of Aarde, it is the smell of the Karbouter, also known as the Goblin. I smell it first before the whiff of the Werewolves and vampires runs up my nostrils.

Lava made a fall from the walls to make a swamp in the centre of the hall. "The decoy is here!" "What's he doing here!" "Look how cute his confidence is. We will break it!" "Murderer!" A group of shorter-than-human statures with flat, long and hooked noses clung their long, cracked nails on Wendell's clothing— pulling from side to side. "Where is Amethyst!?" One of the goblins questioned with a coprophagous grin that seemed to invite shivers in Wendell's system. "SILENCE!"

Either that or not made it so everything feels real. Looking at the Giant Goblin, I wondered where the weak point on it was. During the Beta version, it had been on its stomach, with a mark to indicate what needed to be hit, looking at it now, I didn’t see any revealing mark. It was approximately twenty feet tall, dark green with a large muscular body and a small head, with pointy ears. It wore an armor plate over its chest. “Any idea where the weak spot is?” I came to a stop, not wanting to initiate the fight until I had a little more information.

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you

A quick sweep of the room caught sight of more goblins perched on long, creaking ladders, shelving books twice their height with the grim efficiency of undertakers arranging coffins. Goblins thrived underground — pale skin, large eyes, and a general disdain for the sun. This place felt like their natural habitat. Yasha and Rurik led me to the front desk lit by a single candle. My gaze snagged immediately onto the goblin’s dome-shaped head, slick and reflective, and that disproportionately long, pointed nose. Little wire-frame glasses perched halfway down it, casting hooked shadows across his deeply lined face. When his dark, slanted eyes — utterly devoid of white — snapped up to mine, someth

Which is why I'm back here, fighting the current, dying all over again. Suddenly the weight is lifted off me, and I take in a huge gulp of air. I'm wrapped up in someone's arms, and they are gently lifting me up off the floor. The icy darkness trickles away, and I can see that the girls are huddled in the corner of the room looking terrified. One of them seems to have red dripping from her hand. It looks like blood. Even more shocking however is the presence of all five members of Fable in the room with us.