Goblin Knights Novels & Stories

The three of us just returned home after I went and meet the dismantler to dismantle the goblin general. Goblins aren’t that uncommon, so apart from the magic stone inside their body, they wouldn’t provide much profit. However, the goblin general is an A-rank monster. Its skin is sturdy enough to be made into an armour, and its fangs and horns are resilient enough to be made into arrowheads or daggers. And it is informed that they would always bear a B-rank Mana stone inside their body. Carter nodded, although slowly. “I am.” He then paused.

I know I was fucked up, but it didn't do any better when these creatures found their way to my home and dragged me out, only to throw me into chaos with a handful of their crazy siblings who I don't know how always bring the best out of a situation where all I can see is gray everywhere around me. "Any updates so far?" Logan leads me toward the table where our group is chatting and taking snapshots on their phones. Before taking my seat, I shook my head. "No, but they are still here." He passes me a drink, "Waiting for the order then?" "I don't take orders to. . . kill." I gave him a knowing look. Making sure no one could hear us, I leaned onto him. "Merely waiting for someone big to come an

soon for my distance, they saw armies of goblins. But I haven't walked closer and there were a few of them however they were large in size not like the small goblin that they have faced before. These goblins are known as general they had six horns on their head which represent their age. they are experienced warriors and have won many battles. Eros has faced these goblin before he knew that his army now would be useless to him. He yelled "stay back you are useless to me" Eros had Experienced with this kind of goblin and it wouldn't be easy to kill them.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Resigned, she stood to her feet, went to brush her teeth, and get ready for the day. Making sure to keep the night gown properly to return to Agnes. Just as she was heading down to get breakfast, she heard a voice from below. It sounded sickeningly sycophantic, the owner clearly a woman with a mission. Unease curled its way into Arias's chest. Roman Knight although well known and feared by others, was someone nobody knew about his private life. How could I be so stupid, she thought. She hadn’t asked if he was in a relationship already, or worse if he was married.

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

Romera turns down the offer and addresses her gaze to the lights of the darkness above her. “What the hell are you?” The goblin’s words seep from his mouth. His teeth are coated with blood, along with mis mouth from his sharp teeth biting in his flesh to try and avoid some of the paint. That same blood spills from the sides and creeks of his mouth. Garth drags the knife along the left side. This wound accuracy is so perfect, and because his victim is so skinned, the blade runs along the middle rib on his left side. The hedge of the energy blade tilts down by the apex then slices down into the flesh. The sudden attack forces another welching of pain from the guild member. As soon as the blade

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

She shook her head, a sense of defeat settling in. The Greek Gods of Advertising "No wonder these Knights are so popular with women," she mused, a hint of admiration in her voice. "Just these three alone are incredibly impressive. They're like Greek gods who descended from Mount Olympus to charm the world." She couldn't help but think back to the handsome stranger who'd rescued her earlier. "He could definitely be one of these Knights. They're all wealthy, and Mia was right – they seem elusive, with very little information available about them. They're practically anti-social! How can I charm them if I don't know anything about them? These three are out of the question. Who's number two?"

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.