Goblin Knights Novels & Stories

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."

Like I said, horn dog. We entered what was, basically, an illegal gambling den and bar. It was a nice setup, and actually pretty classy as far as illegal operations go. It was mostly witches and warlocks but some humans as well. Once we got inside, Gigi took the opportunity to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. For a split second, I almost imagined/wished she was hinting for me to follow her and fulfill my fantasy. But then I realized I needed a reality check and to stop defiling her in my mind.

The blood goblins are strong compared to the green goblins, one of them can reach the strength of a ogre knight, the red goblins are smart and sophisticated, they understand the ancient language and answer through drawing. That's why Ahmet went to negotiate with them before making an attack, their leader was a little different from the rest, he was bigger in size and had a lot of scars, he must have fought a lot of battles, there were two guards next to him who seemed to be magicians, Ahmet addressed the commander saying I am here to make a deal with you ,

"They must be truly desperate." "Those aren't ordinary soldiers," Serena warned. "Those are hunter-knights, trained specifically to combat supernatural threats. Their weapons are blessed by the Grand Inquisitor himself. Even with the Soulstone's power, you'd be wise to avoid direct confrontation." The Shadow Knight studied the approaching force. Twenty riders, each representing the pinnacle of the Light's martial prowess. They moved with disciplined precision, scanning the terrain with the practiced efficiency of predators tracking prey.

Standing my ground, I had no intention of moving from my spot until he explained himself. Cyran didn’t seem happy about it, but with a sigh, his shoulders slumped, and he began talking. “Okay. The thing is, they are rogues. They have been for thousands of years, well before my time. They wouldn’t abide by the laws of our kind. One of them even had their Dragon forced into dormancy. It isn’t that they cause trouble, but they continuously think they are better than the rest of us.” I stared at him with my jaw slack. When I met them, they seemed like good people, honest people even. They helped nearby villages without asking for anything in return. They had even given a complete stranger a plac

The others could not move from what they witnessed and their feet seemed to be buried where they were standing. After a while Zera's grip seemed to loosen. Gavin caught the girl who had lost consciousness in less than a second. "Don't worry I think he's afraid of blood," Clayton told him, seeming to calm him down. Gavin couldn't believe what had happened and seemed to have lost his patience. He knew that the princess was not inside that van and it made his head hot after he didn't understand why he seemed to explode when he saw Zera with a knife pointed at her neck followed by a bit of blood dripping on her neck and that doubled his sanity.

"Just as I feared, its a wyvern. Everyone take cover, Elenor back me up, Gabriel make sure the wolves are safe." Just as Morts finishes what he is saying, goblins come rushing out of the forest armed with weapons they stole from previous battles and start attacking the soldiers. The goblins go down easy but the exhaustion of fighting waves of goblines takes its toll and a few of them die. "I told you it would be dangerous coming this close to the Dark Territory." Elenor says. "I don't need to be lectured, right now we need to focus on staying alive and beating that wyvern."

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

She said she needed to fix something and in order to do so she needed to leave but she would make sure that the odds were somewhat good before she went. My uncle, Dominic, was in his own pack and gathering his warriors so that they could help. We were many, and we were strong but they were more and much stronger. They had vampires, witches, and werewolves. They had been preparing for this war for god knows how long, and they had a steaming, merciless hatred for both Avery and us Knights. We knew about the war, but a million other things had come between us. We were prepared, the warriors and the healers were ready, but I still didn't like our odds without Avery and Raven. If Avery were to he

I remind her again landing a kiss on her pouty lips, she smiles and blushes a pretty pink color that makes her look even younger than she is, I get my purse and get ready to leave, Elle, wave goodbye to me. I make it toward the parking and to my car, I open the trunk and check that I have everything I need, my gun, tracking devices, my safe line, my laptop, then finally my favourite part, my kit. I have a full torture and extraction kit, including some small knives that vary in size, my favourite knife, my first purchase, it was more for good luck than usage, next I had to sever pliers for different reasons, some to extract teeth, others for fingernails. Finally, I had a few hammers, my favo