Goblin Head Novels & Stories

I almost vomit from the stench of its breath, my stomach curling uncomfortably. I can feel my nose hairs burning. Lifting my gaze slightly, I lock eyes with the yellow, menacing eyes of a large Goblin. Its wrists, neck, nose, ears ankles all cuffed in pieces of stolen gold. Its inky black body hovers over me, and I try not to react too harshly. "Valerie, warp to me," Jaxson growls through our mind-link. I try not to flicker my gaze to him again, keeping my fearless watch locked on the Goblin.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

They ate and kept eating until they were full. They laid on the floor and rested like they haven’t done in a long time. Then suddenly, the ground rumbled. They bolted outside not wanting the building to crash on their heads. A dozen goblins stood before them—giants in silver armor, easily three times their size. Their skin was like tarnished bronze, their eyes yellow with slit pupils. Their weapons were brutal: serrated axes, spiked clubs, twisted spears. The one in front bore tusks curved like sabers.

The people inside the carriage, along with the coachmen, shared a look with each other. “Young miss, did you not see that horned goblin?” The coachmen replied, also with a question. I glanced back at the goblin group. Now that I see it, I saw one of the goblins being bigger than the rest. Its colour is the same as the other goblins, but it has a pair of horns on its forehead. “That goblin is the goblin general, namely smarter than a normal goblin. Although we have some adventurers here, but we can’t win against that one.” The coachman added.

Sia looked at her blankly. "Pfft. Why did you nod off after reading the knights' reports?" Eliza inquired. "Don't you feel suffocated at the academy or at home? Furthermore, I detest entering dungeons when there are already a lot of people." Sia examined the documents in her hands. A goblin was illustrated on it. From the abnormal goblin that was in front of them, this goblin had an entirely different appearance. This creature had a rather orc-like appearance rather than any resemblance to a goblin. However, it was different because it had muscles instead of the protruding stomach that Orcs did, it was armoured, it had a weapon, and it was taller.

I asked when she took a bat from the cabinet. "Just in case it's a burglar." "It could be Mellon," I whispered to her. "He usually just shows up without any address. I hit him with a pan in the head the night you saw him." Stifled her chuckle that became a sound of a snort, she shook her head. "Well, that was a nice work-- what the-- mother of God!" A three-headed monster. Its scales are dark and stained with blood. There's drool coming out of the left head, the middle is biting a shoe, and the right head is staring at us

I was overwhelmed by the kind hearted gesture they showed to a human. Gaya had come to find help for her ailing son. He was still born, he couldn't breathe. I watched the fox king give up one of his tails for the boy. He air to his lungs and breath to his nostrils. He gave him life. The boy could breathe again

We were surrounded by shapeshifters, and a strange creature with the head of a bull was giving orders to them. The bull-headed shapeshifter was massive, towering over us all at a height of at least 8 feet. Its body was covered in thick, scaly skin, and its limbs were muscular and powerful, like those of a bull. Its head, however, was the most terrifying aspect. It had two large horns protruding from its forehead, and its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow hue, making it seem like it was possessed by some malevolent force.

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

he then subtly nodded the man's way again to hint at me to look again. I did so. This time I noticed something strange about the man and it wasn't his height and proportions. His ears were somewhat misshaped though not quite pointed. I hummed out a little sound and then looked back to Rem and asked, "a goblin?" "Bingo," Rem grinned back at me. "He's harmless, I've seen him around quite a bit in this area, most goblins are a bit feisty though, so it is always a good idea to keep an eye on them but as long as they don't show their true form when angry, they can be left alone."