Goblin Garden Novels & Stories

Vera laughed, “Yeah, that's because of the boss, his presence brings an unusual darkness that makes everyone look solemn.'' They both burst out laughing. “Do you know there is a garden labyrinth in the estate?” Vera asked and Kate shook her head. ‘Garden labyrinth is like a maze with walls made of vertical hedges using shrubs or flowers. It is structured in a complicated form more like a puzzle.’ ''No, really? Where is it?” She inquired excitedly as she only saw a maze in the movies; she had never seen one in real life.

Soon enough, the creatures open a door and we are then ushered out of the building. Once out of the mansion, my skin is kissed by the suns beautiful morning ray. I look before me and there lays a sick garden. There are a few healthy trees and crops scattered around but most of the garden is dead. I look further into the garden and I see the woods. Right behind this garden are the woods. Why isn't anyone trying to escape? Am I the only one seeing this or are they under some sort of spell!?. The creatures then hand us each woven baskets. I watch as other kids walk into the garden and beging to harvest whatever looks good and consumable. But there is too much on my mind now. I need fresh air an

It had been ten whole minutes since the last attack, and not one goblin had showed up. “Do you think that we scared them off?” Lily asked. It seemed likely since they had dealt with every goblin wave as easily as flipping the palm of their hands. “I don’t know,” Mane shook his head. “But it could be,” he added. “Or it could be that we have left their territory,” came his last statement, and Lily furrowed her brows in thought. “That seems very likely,” Lily nodded her head. Magical Beasts were territorial, so it would make sense if the goblins didn’t dare attack because Mane and Lily were in another’s territory. But even then, some conditions for their abstinence had to be met.

The children laughed seeing Cecilia was too easily brought down while Matthew was almost unmoved. Seeing the children laugh their hearts out, Cecilia could not herself but let a little giggle. As if the fear she had before was slowly disappearing. “Ah, Matthew!” Another voice came into their ears. All of them turned around and saw another goblin with a rather clean cloak than he would usually wear. “Ah, Gon!” Gon smiled when Matthew noticed him. Then he turned to the children and said something in their language. Later, the children all whined before running off anyways.

“Everything you requested has been prepared.” He ignored her. His lips grazed my jaw, my throat, my collarbone, inhaling deeply like he was addicted to my scent. “Young master…” “Get out, Morri,” he said lazily. “I heard you the first time.” Her eyes flickered, just for a second, before she turned and left. But not before shooting me one last, bitter glance. I swallowed hard. What the hell did I do? After a long bath, Abaddon led me outside, his fingers laced with mine as we strolled through the gardens. The mansion was eerily quiet, the aftermath of last night’s party still lingering in the air.

I didn’t go far. The indoor garden house tucked in the middle of the packhouse was blooming, even in the cold. Inside, the scent of soil and sage wrapped around me. The warmth of it felt like Nanna Gertie’s greenhouse all over again. The one on top of the old orphanage. The one I thought was magic. “I’m guessing you came here too to cool off.” I turned, startled. Gabe stood in the far corner, half in shadow, leaning against one of the thick beams. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled, a stain on his shirt, and his expression, quiet and unreadable, softened as our eyes met.

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

I lowered my gaze to the ouroboros ring on my finger, then touched the iris birthmark at my collarbone. The phone rang—it was my assistant. “Boss, are you attending tomorrow’s charity gala?” “I am.” I smiled faintly. “If I’m going to be a queen, then the world should see what true elegance and cruelty look like.” I hung up, poured myself a glass of Louis XIII, and raised it toward the moon. “Here’s to hell. “And to rebirth.” I drained the glass, turned, and walked into the sea of lights.

She actually did not mind the longcut; she loved the massive underground gardens. Entering through the north gate was like walking out of a cave and into a magical world. Gilly raised her arm, using her hands to spin the hanging baskets of rosemary, cooksonia, and lepidondendrons that surrounded the entrance. Touching their leaves stirred up a rich, sweet fragrance that drew out the Flutterflies and Mus Sigs as they buzzed through the air.

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