Goblin Market And Other Poems Novels & Stories

I feel something grab me from behind, and pulls me to the floor, I look up and see other Goblins. Goblin starts laughing "you think at this point you've won right?, do you think beating me up will bring everyone back?" I couldn't move, they all held me with their magic, Goblin walks to me and bends "now hand me the stone" "No!" I growl "There's no use, you don't even know the spell I used" my heart was racing, I can't let him win, I don't want to kill him either, I have to do something. "I don't have to, I have one more crazy idea" I forcefully let go and I grab the moon stone from my neck, I throw it up and I jump, grab it and I land with it facing down and it breaks. A blue wave comes out,

It’s his loss for not bringing a talented and beautiful princess like me. I was about to step again when I felt a presence behind me and saw the goblin leader giving me a look, “You’re leaving me. Would you like land, mine, or an empire?” I paused, “what?” “I can win you everything. Name everything you want then I could grant your wish as long as you marry me tonight.”

Once the creature was finished thrashing around, the screams turned into silence, and the green cloud of smoke evaporated. "A g-goblin?!" Maria stared down in disbelief at the short and ugly green creature that now lay on the ground, eyes white, foam coming from out of its mouth. "Charlotte, just what type of potion did you throw at it?" asked Luna. "My new poison potion!" answered Charlotte before a contemplative look appeared on her face. "What is a goblin doing all the way out here? Better yet, how did it reach this far without being detected?" "This is probably how." Picking up a stick, Richard walked over to the goblin and pointed it at the creature's hand. Worn on the skinny goblin fin

My senses all in alert, I activated my Evil eyes ready for that unknown creature… the groaning intensified, the creature approached revealing its appearance… Small in size, green skin, ugly face and pointy ears… it held a handmade spear with a pointy rock at the edge… the creature reeked of bad smell and was not alone… This creature that preys on women and raids human villages without leaving a soul behind, usually lives in small groups, but when they are under stronger beast guidance… they become a threat that must be subjugated… So it was them who preyed on women of the capitol… these heinous creatures called “Cave dwellers” or more commonly…Goblins! I am surrounded by them… how many are t

"What! You don't even know what it looks like." "I'll see what happens. I'm not a coward, and I doubt magic is real," replied Gumba, then he proceeded into the garden. Immediately he put his right leg into it, the thick tan of darkness disappeared, bringing back to life every life and object in the surrounding. But he was mistaken; the leg he had put into the garden turned leprous and he began groaning in great pain.

I would not have worked for witches and also not ourselves this cold. I stood for some seconds imagining his arms around me. The heat from his body keeping me warm. I exclaimed, "oh! how much I miss Asher!" The journey to the market was not so far and they were lesser people than they usually were. The market the witches had asked me to go to had a combination of rogue werewolves, crazily intimidating witches, fairies, and even other creatures I could not describe, buying and selling in them. I was amazed at how everybody lived in harmony. I wish that was the setting i was living in.

“Over there, Mr. Ayadi. I didn’t know what to do at first.” They trudged past boulders and fallen trees, remnants of last year’s typhoon. The low tide exposed algae-coated rocks, and even from this distance, Gildeon caught the stench of something rotten. “Master, Ghulik smells dark magic again,” the goblin muttered beside him. Gildeon adjusted his eyeglasses, silently agreeing. This stranger witch wasn't exactly hiding, but they also didn’t want to leave a trail that could be traced back to their exact whereabouts. Clever. But with this possible second victim, at least he could finally start from somewhere.

Stepbrother’s overlays aligned into a single line of light. And I pulled the strings—not to bind, but to connect. Together, we whispered into the market: “We trade our fear.” The stalls shattered like glass. The plaza roared with light. And the hum whispered back: *Bargain accepted.* --- The market dissolved, stalls collapsing into dust, whispers fading. We stood on a street that had been remade, the ground solid, the air clear. The hum was softer now, almost approving. But I could feel it in my bones—we hadn’t escaped without cost.

A sense of dread hung in the air, thick and suffocating. It felt like something monstrous had swept through, leaving only fear in its wake. Beasts? Ghosts? Who could tell? The markets were in chaos, stalls overturned and their wares left to rot. Squashed fruits littered the ground, their vibrant colors dulled as insects and bees buzzed in a macabre feast, their wings flickering in the fading light. The stench of decay mingled with the chill in the wind, making the hair on the back of my neck rise. We clung together, moving as one, terrified that if we strayed too far from each other, whatever darkness haunted this place would tear us apart.

The underground market of the enchantresses is the best place to seek information about Seraphina. The market pulses with a unique, almost tangible energy. Every corner seems to whisper secrets as dim, flickering lights from magical orbs illuminate the narrow alleys and labyrinthine backstreets. It’s a place where morality and legality are distorted concepts, shaped by the shadows that swallow everyone and everything passing through. The air is thick with an intoxicating blend of ancient magic and the smoke of illegal substances.