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“This is the last time I ask. Give us the werewolf or tonight will be your last.” “No,” Gail said with more confidence than she felt. With a deep breath, she called her magic forth. It flooded through her, and she focused on the spell she had done that filled the glass ball with darkness. She hoped it was some kind of blindness spell. The words burst from her. “Thus rises the goddess, borne upward through a silent world, now birds and beasts are hushed, and steals the greedy cares of men and beasts to sweet oblivion.”

His ember eyes turned dark, wishing his lips could part hers, wishing she could drink from his mouth instead of the cup. After uncovering the goblin's hideout, Kaelric placed a hundred gold coins for answers about Elira's origins but the cunny creature spoke in gibberish until Kaelric pushed an offer of three hundred gold coins. The goblin laughed at him for a long minute before he began the tale of how he was pulled into a corner by an unfamiliar woman in the traders' market. She was desperate to sell the unconscious slave to him for three silver coins, begging him to get rid of her as soon as possible. Yet, he could never bring himself to kill her.

Germaine exclaimed, eying the creatures. They passed through halls each carved with elaborate skill. Some were plain, others lined with finely carved murals depicting goblin life or statues of prominent figures. On the way, Germaine was introduced to so many goblins, she lost count. Some goblins they passed, going about their business, stopped, setting baskets on the ground to gaze at them, wide-eyed. The shock of their arrival swept through the tunnel. One hall stood out more than others - an underground market - with stalls for trading goods. Artificial light permeated the space, casting everything in a yellow and orange ambiance. The smells of food cooking on makeshift fires left Germaine

I close my eyes, bracing myself for the worst. But minutes pass, and I feel no pain. I wait for another minute, but their taunting voices are eerily absent. Slowly, I open my eyes, cautiously scanning the vicinity. To my astonishment, the two goblins are nowhere to be found. They have vanished without a trace. A wave of confusion and relief washes over me as I struggle to comprehend what just happened. I search the surroundings, but there is no sign of their presence. It is as if they were mere figments of my imagination, a fleeting nightmare that has dissipated into the ether.

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you

Mae pov I stepped into the bustling market, my eyes scanning the tight rows of colorful stalls, each overflowing with vibrant produce and handmade crafts. The air was thick with the rich aromas of spices and street food, mingling with the occasional waft of grilled meats. Haggling vendors called out to potential buyers, their voices blending into a cacophony of lively chatter that surrounded me like a wave. I tried tuning it out, but an inexplicable chill crept over me, making my caution transform into something darker. The air conditioning units rattled ineffectively above, but the coolness I felt had a different source—a sensation that sent shivers racing down my spine.

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

I needed be familiar with the people and their land. The market lay at the edge of the valley, hidden between jagged rocks and tall, leaning trees. By daylight, it was almost beautiful, a riot of colors and scents. Cloaked figures bartered in low voices, their stalls spilling over with strange trinkets and glittering stones, cages of fluttering moths with wings like glass, jars of glowing powder that pulsed faintly like heartbeats. The air was thick with incense, spicy and sweet, undercut with something sharp that stung the back of my throat. Every stall whispered temptation, every shadow seemed to move on its own. My wolf stirred uneasily, but she was still weak, her voice faint in my chest

It can dispel any spells and magic which would mean that I'll have to burn my hands to get the book. I tore the edge of my shirt and formed it into a circle before placing it in my mouth. I broke in cold sweat as I reach out for the book. As expected, the barrier made all my spells disappear and other phyical things such as using a stick didn't work. It simply burned to ashes. I had no choice but to reach out towards it. Without the barrier, I ended up showing my true goblin skin color- a lighter shade of green than a gorgon's and as I grabbed it, my hands started to burn like crazy.

the magician screamed, but the looming cloud of snow was faster than any defensive spell he could cast. In the last moments of his life, the goblin magician finally understood how terrifying humans were. The simple tricks they employed before were merely distractions for a bigger trick behind them. The goblin lord was right all along. Humans were weak. However, it was their weak and cowardly nature that brought them victory.