Goblin Hunter Wow Novels & Stories

“Let’s go.” He went down first. My stomach was in nervous knots. I hated dark, small spaces. Taking a deep breath, I followed Hunter into the tunnel. *** Darkness so deep you could feel it enshrouded us, but our eyes adjusted quickly, fortunately. Thank the goddess for werewolf vision. “This is creepy.” I whispered and my voice echoed back to us. Hunter turned around to reprimand me with a hot glare. “Use the link, for fuck’s sake!” he said through our mind link.

Miriam said, greeting her teeth "Stop it," Jayer warned her. He knew how much she hated Mrs. Hunter. "Okay," Miriam quieted down, but it could be shown on her face. "Hello, everyone. Tonight we are hunting down two creatures. Wolves and infernos. But our priority for tonight is the Inferno. It's a very dangerous creature and can burn you alive. It doesn't die easily except with a special remedy and hit directly to its core at the chest. Don't expect to survive if you don't hit the target. You at least have one chance of killing it. The bullets have been dipped into the poisonous remedy and makes it easier for you to kill it. As for wolves tonight, we will have to shoot one when we see one an

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

Germaine could not take her eyes off the creature that stood in front of them. Zar turned to their party and began introductions. "This is Kalo." A female goblin appeared beside him. "And this is Moka. They are mated as well as the keepers of the goblin race." Germaine looked from the dwarf-like creatures and back to Zar. She did not know what to make of the situation. If Zar was a goblin, then how come he was the direct opposite of how these two looked? Questions swam in her mind, and eyes as well, because as Keratin loosened his hold around her waist to move forward and shake the goblins, Zar used that opportunity to stand beside her and whisper into her ear. "I'll explain later."

T BE SATISFIED! “150 games and all of them you exhausted your mana with that absurd one shot blaster. I should be the one asking you how you lost, you goddamn whale monster.” [Author’s Note: ‘Whale’ or ‘Whaling’ or ‘P2P’ which is ‘Pay to Pay’ is a term used for gacha gamers who spend real money on games for anything and everything. Basically they’re in possession of the strongest weapons and characters which ‘F2P’ players have a hard time getting or they never get it at all]

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

I try again, waving a hand to catch her attention. She turns away, pretending to fix something in the back. …Okay. “I’ll just grab them and leave the money here.” As I reach out, I feel it. Someone behind me. I freeze mid-motion. “I don’t think she wants to sell to you, human.” Cold floods my spine. Human. Great. I ignore it—for now. “And why would that be?” I say, turning slowly. A hunter. What is he doing all the way out here? I scan without moving my head. Two more stand several feet behind him. My adrenaline spikes. The air smells like blood.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t