Goblin Head Novels & Stories

“Just get the hell out of here.” “I won't until I kiss you.” He got closer and closer to her. “Kiss me, Winnie. Just kiss me, baby. I need you. I want you. I so fucking want you. Come here…” He stepped up to her. “Don’t be sca…” Before he could finish himself Winnie slammed the vase on his head making him scream in pain. “Fuck!” He clutched his head, groaning in pain, and stumbling on the bed.

The student glanced up but saw nothing above. Gildeon did. Ghulik was up there, clinging to the ceiling like some grotesque insect. Thick strings of saliva dangled from his gaping maw. He’d doubled in size. Veins bulged beneath his pale gray skin, pulsing like trapped worms. His eyes glowed crimson, the pupils now gone. ‘Ghulik!’ Gildeon called out, telepathically. Nothing. The goblin didn’t flinch. Its gaze darted across the crowd below, scanning for the next victim.

"Should we ... should we try to communicate with it?" "I don't know," Alec says. "It could be dangerous." But the goblin doesn't seem aggressive. It's still making its strange gurgling noises, but it's looking up at us with wide, curious eyes. I crouch down to get a better look at it. "Hey there," I say softly, "do you understand us?” The goblin cocks its head to the side, but it doesn’t seem to understand. It takes a few steps backwards and cocks its head at the bushes it came from.

He asked in a teasing manner. She wanted to throw her macaron at him, but recalling Agathus’ warning voice she held back with a frown. Alastair was glad to see that Alexis didn’t return his behaviour with a smile. ‘I should give Agathus that bonus’ he thought with a smile. ‘But more importantly…’ he frowned, knowing how difficult goblin infestations were to control. Countless deaths had been at the hands of those extremely small but strong beings. A goblin was the result of a feral dwarf. They lose their mind and shy away from the sun and then their skin changes colour and they attack any humans on sight.

I ask as I back away from him. In less than a second he's already in front of me and I immediately know he's a nonhuman. Question is which side is he? He smiles at me but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm the devil, nice to meet you." He says before quickly grabbing my head and sinking his teeth into my neck. My eyes open almost immediately. I place my hand against my chest to calm my pounding heart. It was just a dream, thank God it was just a dream.

Her blond hair was covered in vomit. "Archon, we have to save her. We need her to help seal the witch. Help me." Warren called the eidolon, and the spiritual essence wrapped around his body protectively. "Warren to Scald Crow, I found the chosen, I don't know what she took, but it's killing her." He pried an eyelid open, and a fierce lizard eye stared into his. "Her face looks like it's altered," He pulled the stringy black hair away from the head and saw green pointed ears. "Why does she have green and pointed ears." "Goblins breath," Jack's voice said in a low tone. "Someone created it in the middle ages. We had quite the time getting it under control."

Twist from the bottom to get the shell of its mouth. Ardina's body was swayed by the struggle between fellow flesh-eating plants. Her stomach was queasy, and her head felt very dizzy. Then, Nara, swung her hand while brandishing the wood at the giant Goblin. The ears are long, but the legs are shaped like frogs. Her fingers are webbed. But unfortunately, the scratch on the pointed part of the wood she was holding didn't make the giant Goblin's position move from its place. The front legs began to move and attacked Nara's back.

With P26 on my hand I walking towards the battle with a steady pace, as I was about 20 meter from them, the goblins finally noticed me. "GIIIGGGIIIIIGAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!..".(Goblins) Like an animal, all the green-skinned goblins start to shouts and screams at each other, as they were beckoning one and another that I was closing in on them. "[Identify]..". Name: Bar Gender: Male Age: 56 Race: Goblin (River tribe Pure Blooded) Status Physical: 1.0 Intellect: 3.6 Reflex: 1.3 Charm: -0.5

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.

It could have been a longer conversation, but at that moment a large goblin emerged from the bushes and blocked their way. He was big for a goblin. His olive body was mottled with red paint, and half of his face was painted black. Unlike most goblins, he had a full set of hair, shaved at the sides and tied in a thick, long braid. Even his hair had red streaks of paint on top. He held an impressive weapon in his right hand. And a very unusual weapon for a goblin. It looked like a halberd, but