Goblin Garden Novels & Stories

“Dear Cousin Dan. Thank you for your insight in my family’s home. I did not know you remembered us. I thought we would not see or hear from you again after your hasty departure the last time you paid us a visit. I thought your article interesting, even though only half of it is true. The gardens are not dangerous at all, unless you go poking around where you are not supposed to. It is like working with live electricity. It does bite back at some point. Did you get Dad’s email about the wedding venue we opened on the property? We have a gazebo in the main yard where that old water fountain had been. Brian made a nice little fish pond with tiny fountains and water lilies. I do wish you could s

The Labyrinth Entry The entrance gaped like a beast’s throat—twenty metres wide, as tall, a stone arch flayed by floodlights so that deep carvings cast jagged shadows. Labrys marks—double axes—glimmered where water ran down grooves older than empires. Cables snaked along the ground, feeding rows of lamps that pushed the dark only so far. The air tasted of oil, hot metal, and men who worked too long. Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name.

"I'm ready. Let's go!!" Gabriel partially covered his face, preventing her from seeing the unsettling satisfaction and madness that briefly crossed his features. His grip tightened around her waist. Threads of glowing magic spiraled around them, expanding into a brilliant vortex. Then they vanished from sight. Moments later, they appeared in another place: A beautiful garden... A gift Gabriel had worked hard to prepare long ago. A very, very long time ago.

They did not struggle to see what is around since there are posts in every road side that is lighting the place. "How can we find them?" she asks, hissing. "This place is huge –" "There," Plian said, making Margo to stop and looked at what the old woman is pointing. "Talia loves nature and they probably went inside that garden. No one is allowed there and only reckless will do. That place is a harm." Margo swallowed. "What do you mean that that garden is a harm? That something there will eat someone?" Plian looked at her. "The owner of that garden is a grandfather and a girl, they say that they are creepy and is living in an underground. Let's get there."

But she was gone and so was Ryan. When we got to the gardens, there were only a couple of others there and I knew right away that they were vampires. The gardens were a huge and beautiful place just outside the battlegrounds. There were numerous gorgeous plants and flowers blooming all over the place. They built a cobblestone pathway through the garden and stone benches in each corner. The entire garden area was decorated with vinelike lights that sparkled and shined in the night’s air. But it wasn’t overwhelming. They were dimmed and colorful. It made the flowers look brighter and more alive.

After seeing Harvey, they had strange looks on their faces but quickly got their act together. Harvey let out a chuckle at the sight before him. “Something wrong, Ms. Alani?” Alani wore a gloomy face for a while, then sighed. “Let’s go for a walk in the garden, shall we?” Harvey nodded, then motioned for Rachel to get to work. Then, he followed Alani into the garden inside the Gibson family’s residence. The garden was a small one, only about five thousand square feet. It was covered in purple orchids and was not anything fancy, but the place was well-maintained.

“But quests and boundaries are such fluid things, aren’t they? Here, they blend like the colors of dawn in the sky.” He raised a hand, and with a flourish, the landscape around us seemed to shimmer and warp. The garden, once an open expanse, transformed into a maze of towering hedges and shifting paths. The vibrant colors of the flora became more vivid, the air thick with enchantment. It was as if the very essence of the garden had come alive, morphing in response to the guardian’s whims. “You find yourself in the heart of the Moonlit Glade,” the guardian continued, his grin widening. “And here, things are rarely what they seem. To find your way out—or to gain what you seek—you must play by

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

"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.