Novel & Cerita Goblin Merchant Dark And Darker

I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open. It's as if I was brought back to reality and realized what I had just done. My eyes widened, I turned to my companions, only to see my enemies dead; they were all beheaded, and their blood was flooding the way. I gasped. The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it.

"How are we going to know the humans from the dark elves in this mess? We cannot allow too much human blood to be spilled or that Gateway will open. Then all hell will really break loose." Officers Rochester and Burke stood to the side, their guns out, as they stared around them with wide eyes, not sure what to do or even what was real. One of the dark elves walked up to Officer Burke, the man frozen with fear, and shoved his sword through the man's stomach. The shock was enough to thrust Officer Rochester into the fight, firing his weapon at the dark elves. A gargoyle screeched as it swooped down on a woman trying to run from her car to her house, snatching her from the earth and pulling he

Sylvar was fighting with two Orcs nearby. The Arch-Mage put his hands in the air, and a fireball appeared between his palms. He threw it at the enemy, but a wall of darkness appeared in front of the Seeker, protecting him from the fireball. The Arch-Mage sent another fireball, bigger than the first one, into the wall of darkness. For a few seconds, Darkness fought against Fire before the magic wall disappeared. Another fireball left the Arch-Mage’s hands while Rhobart attacked the Seeker with brute force, severing his head from his torso.

Talon grimaced, his nose wrinkling in revulsion as the stench of rotten corpses filled the air around them. Behind them, Hugh’s fingers clawed their way out of the ground, followed by his body. His gaunt face twisted into a manic grin, and he coughed violently, blood staining his lips. “You’ve actually gotten stronger, Ludiciel.” He chuckled, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. “Too bad you’re still not strong enough to defeat me.” The air around them suddenly grew heavy, pulsing with the ominous energy of his dark magic. His eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he took out a black orb. The artifact pulsed with dark energy, veins of shadow crawling over its surface.

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. The beasts could see in dim light within hundred feet like a vampire as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. But they could distinguish color in darkness, only shades of gray. Knowing this little fact, Celestina cast a spell that would be the disadvantage of their gigantic enemies. Even though it was draining her, she was able to conjure a spell, enough that could blind the varmints. She realized she doesn't stand a chance in close combat so she did what she knew was the best

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.

By the time they reached the bottom, the tunnel breathed. And then— The attack began. A massive wave of goblins poured from the left wall—vile, hunched, teeth clacking, eyes glowing red with demonic possession. From the right: orc warriors in blood-forged armor, twice Khy’s size, wielding rusted axes that shimmered with cursed mist. And from deeper in the shadows… something darker. The Mist Warden. A floating beast cloaked in smoke and screams. No face. Just black tendrils and a voice like cracked glass.

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her. In a blink of an eye, he started to move at a normal pace. Every gracious step he took got everyone shivering from the power he possessed. He was different, he possessed a different Aura, he passed a different message with his eyes, and he commanded something dark just by being there.