Goblin Merchant Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

The Goblin Lord senses the threat of death, so he leaves in the middle of the war and hides. Demon Lord Samael notices the Goblin Lord’s absence. Well, he didn’t need the cowardly goblins anymore because they are just his useless pawns and a nuisance in the war. Now that he already controls his two sons, he will become more invincible. Near the southern part of the magic realm, Zelix, one of the dark magna trio, looked at the sea of undead and a creepy smile spread across his lips. Seeing all the people's dread faces gives him a power boost. He laughed devilishly and flew higher above the ground. His dark red eyes glimmered with excitement as an idea popped up in his head. Without hesitation

"Bro, what do you want?... Girls or boys?" Mikhail shrugged. "Whatever is in there!" Damon shook his head. "You are so boring!... Aren't you excited for genders... Marona is actually smart to keep it secret, it builds up the excitement..." "Anything! But healthy!" Mikhail chuckled. Damon rolled his eyes. "Give him two pumpkins" He told Marona and both of them laughed. All of them looked at the way towards the basement when they heard a blood curling scream. "Oh my god! Is he doing it again?"

I raised my eyebrows at him and within seconds, the weak crying Laura was replaced with the one who wasn't scared of a fight, even if it's against certain dark lord "I need a specific price, so I can know how much I'm going to pay back," I replied, my voice shaky and knowing fully well that I have no means of paying him back, I was supposed to pay Antonio back but where did that lead me, in the clutches of a man who people call the dark lord. "The point is…. isn't what I bought you with but the fact that you'll be mine till I say otherwise."

Sable's eyes narrowed with determination as she recognized the source of this sinister presence: Zephyr, the ancient sorcerer who had long been rumored to be behind the encroaching darkness. With a fierce yell, Sable rallied her warriors, their spirits reignited by the sight of their leader's unwavering resolve. They fought with renewed vigor, pushing back against the darkness with every ounce of their strength. The clash of weapons and the crackling of magic filled the air as they surged forward, determined to break through. Jericho's blades moved in a blur, slicing through shadowy figures with precision. Torin's magic intensified, creating fierce gusts of wind that ripped through the darkn

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

And I was running out of time. A deep, unnatural growl rumbled from the darkness. The ground trembled beneath me, cracks forming in the earth as a towering figure emerged from the shadows. The Devourer. It was larger than I had imagined, its body made of writhing smoke and bone, its hollow eyes glowing with an ancient, insatiable hunger. The air around it pulsed with dark magic, sending waves of nausea through my body. I forced myself to stand tall. "It ends tonight," I whispered, mostly to myself.

The air grew colder, and the oppressive darkness seemed to deepen as the creature emerged, its figure towering and ominous. The minion she had summoned was no ordinary servant of darkness. Clad in armor that seemed forged from the void itself, the being moved with a silent grace that belied its hulking frame. Its eyes, empty voids of pure blackness, stared forward with a single-minded focus. Each step it took was soundless, as if the very ground feared to acknowledge its presence. A long, serrated blade hung at its side, dripping with a dark, ichorous substance that sizzled upon contact with the air.

The unmistakable glow of gold in the darkness. The Dark Ones had arrived.

They had been walking around for a few minutes, and when they reached almost the end of the first floor, a sudden wave of monsters began to rush at them from all the surrounding corridors, as if they had come late to the party. Perhaps this Dungeon Core was a bit clumsy… An experienced Dungeon Core would have sent monsters strategically and right away! But this one clumsily sent them all out of the sudden. Or maybe it was a surprise attack of sorts? But everyone sensed the monsters, so it wasn't a surprise at all… A large wave of dozens of Goblins suddenly emerged, but they were different than the green-skinned variants, as they were gray-skinned and charcoal black-skinned. Their eyes gleame

At almost three times the goblin's height, he towered over the cowering, pathetic creature as he stretched out his legs to hover above. "Chant?," Damon snarled. "What the fuck is this? Explain yourself, before I rip your throat out too." The goblin stared up at him, her beady black eyes wide with terror. She trembled, her throat working as she swallowed hard. "My liege, I am so sorry," she stammered. "I never meant for-for my participation to go this far. I only wanted to capture the witch because her clan is a threat to hers !"