Goblin King Novels & Stories

So it's true then she thought. The knight goblins. A huge powerful armored, creepy humanoid, unlike the ordinary goblin who was small, black-hearted humanoids that lair in despoiled dungeons and other dismal settings and individually weak, they gather in large numbers to torment other creatures. However, the armored knight goblins were the opposite. They were massive, with vicious red eyes, six to seven-foot-tall battle-scarred goblins with black skin and fire erupting from their eyes, they were worshiped not out of adoration but fear.

If being a prince was tiring and burdensome, then being king of all the goblins and wolves was exhausting and impossible. Though the goblin rebellion had been quelled for now, there was a lot of work ahead of him to repair the damage that Stanley had done in his many years of sowing doubt against Damon.

She searched their faces for answers. "Who’s the Vampire King?" a tiny boy’s voice rang out from the group. She blinked a few times at him. "What? Are you a newcomer? I’ve told this story countless times already." "He is a newcomer," another boy replied. "My cousin. He arrived yesterday and he’ll be staying for the weekend." "Oh." She nodded in understanding. "Okay then, let’s start the story from the beginning again." "Yaaayyy!!" the group of children cheered in excitement.

His helmet covered his entire head. As for the orcs seated inside the goblin cabin, the crimson-skinned goblin was the same height as them. "Demon King, I have deceived the humans into thinking that our numbers are few." On his knees, the goblin general spoke in their tongue. The being he was speaking to was sitting on a throne constructed entirely of bones, some of which were even larger than each and every orc in the hut. One can only picture the horror of the beast to whom this bone belonged.

Let's not cause trouble if we can, I promise that I am okay" I explained to them softly. I turned around and walked away, then waited for the goblin to push the button and then we got in. Their worried looks was the last thing I saw before the door closed again I walked back alone to my room, the goblin still in front of me and chattering away about how excited they all were that the long awaited queen and mistress of the house was finally here. "I didn't get your name" I said the moment we stopped in front of my door. "My Queen" he replied as he bowed low to me. "a unique name you have there" I said teasingly. I could have sworn the odd looking goblin blushed or something. "I wanted to ask

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

It feels like a hole has formed in the spot where my heart is supposed to be. The man tugs my hair back again, “ Disrespecting my King— ” I interrupt him and continue, “ Let me tell you one thing, when he is playing the role of the King he is far worse than this. People call him a Gashadokuro. A monster who is deadly silent and hunts for its prey at night in the eerie dark. When people finally hear the chattering of his teeth, they are already close to death and can’t escape. Do you believe you will go against him and you will win? ”

Once again, I was led down the flaring stairs to the heavy double front doors leading outside the palace. As we crossed the foyer, I realized my heart was racing at twice its normal speed. The doors swung open from outside with a heavy, drawn-out creak, and I faced my terror, everything else around me fading away. In the centre of the courtyard, directly opposite the palace's main entrance, stood Malik Wolfe, the Lycan King, the King of Kings. The monster from my nightmare.

We are surrounded. In each path a different species and their rulers appear. Fae Queen, Goblin King, Dwarf King, Human King (who knows of the supernatural) Witch Queen and King and so on. "Ha, an ambush. What? If I don't allow you to knock me up, you'll force my hand?" The Witch king steps forward "No, you'll come with me" I look the hippy/surfer cross, up and down. That is no Nazgul "Beg your pardon?" The look on his queens face tells me she'd also like to know. One by one they all declare a claim on me.

We've been busy lately, and all we can manage are short, stolen moments like this. A slight squeak of the door that we didn't shut all the way warns us we aren't alone. It's Labyrinth, one of King's guard. His eyes make you look twice-one blue, one green. He's also a huge goliath of a man and when you add in beautiful eyes, it's an odd combination. His square jaw, full lips, and lethal persona are common among the Shadow Warriors. Labyrinth, as one of King's guards, is deadly. Though, right now, he just looks sheepish.