Goblin Queen's Journey Deck Novels & Stories

“But no babies?” “Ya’ll gotta draw by yaself fo’ dat.” Vermillion reshuffles, extending the cards to Lili first. “Umm-hmm. De empress, de queen of pentacles. Ya gonna have mo’ babies, Lili girl. Draw two mo’.” She waits as Lili complies. “Not so many as her,” she nods towards Kasey, “but dat sun an’ seven o’ pentacles means mo’ later on.” Shuffling the cards together, Vermillion extends them to Anna.

Let's not cause trouble if we can, I promise that I am okay" I explained to them softly. I turned around and walked away, then waited for the goblin to push the button and then we got in. Their worried looks was the last thing I saw before the door closed again I walked back alone to my room, the goblin still in front of me and chattering away about how excited they all were that the long awaited queen and mistress of the house was finally here. "I didn't get your name" I said the moment we stopped in front of my door. "My Queen" he replied as he bowed low to me. "a unique name you have there" I said teasingly. I could have sworn the odd looking goblin blushed or something. "I wanted to ask

About the weight in his pocket that he'd almost forgotten about. "Ben, what do you know about goblin banking?" "Goblin—" Ben blinked. "You mean the Undercity Commerce Guild? They're black market financiers. Deal in supernatural commodities. Very secretive, very dangerous, and they absolutely do not work with surface-worlders who aren't—" He stopped, his eyes widening. "Oh. You've got something to trade." Jack reached into his jacket and pulled out a small pouch. Inside were three crystals—each one about the size of a marble, each one pulsing with a darkness that seemed to eat the light around it.

- Please, don't do anything to hurt me," she pleaded. - Did you know that this is a crime? You would take a rose without asking anyone, you would have your hand ripped off. Besides, this rose isn't valuable to sell because it's plain compared to the other ones full of color. - I said, to observe her reaction. - I thought you would not mind taking a single rose, besides that this rose is not simple, it is a demonstration of strength by remaining beautiful and pure, that is the meaning of the color white purity. Besides, I am not a thief. If you haven't noticed, I'm a queen, I don't need to steal, because I have plenty to spare. - she said, angry at being called a thief. - I am a queen, marrie

She looked old enough to be my mother and she had pushed the men that had just tried to force me in and she squatted right in front of me. “Calm down,” her voice was soft as she spoke to me. “No,” I replied, shaking my head severally and shutting my eyes closed. “Please, I beg you to calm down. My name is Gwen and I’m the Luna of the pack. I promise we are not trying to hurt you.” She whispered to me, collecting my palm in her own hands and rubbing on it gently. “We just want to help, I promise.” Gwen reassured, she had the calmest and warmest smile I had ever seen and her brown eyes glistened under the morning sunlight, matching her hazel coloured hair. She was a beautiful woman.

It was clear that he saw this auction as his last chance. Yancy followed behind him, her face cold and indifferent. Benedict spotted me too, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes still brimmed with disdain. I lowered my gaze and gave a faint, indifferent smile in return. As the bidding officially began, Benedict’s grin grew wider with each bid he heard, clearly pleased with the rising prices. Then my name was called. Benedict immediately straightened in his seat, his eyes fixated on the stage with an intense, eager look. He knew I was the only one who could truly challenge him here—no one else knew him as well as I did, and no one else had the strength to rival him.

He plunged deeper into reckless hedonism, completely rotting his body away at a tragically young age until he was left bedridden and forgotten. As for Clara... I eventually paid a visit to the deepest pit of the dungeons to see her one last time. She was shackled to the obsidian wall by heavy, rune-carved iron chains. Every visible inch of her flesh was covered in grotesque, infected lacerations. She was huddled on the filthy stone floor, reduced to a skeletal heap so unrecognizable I had to squint to ensure it was her. When she lifted her head and saw me draped in the luxurious, enchanted silks reserved for the future Dragon Queen, an explosion of pure, unadulterated resentment flared in he

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

The final entry, in the journal was what I was really looking for. The title is really a trap. The handwriting I saw was over the place it looked frantic. The Queen is not actually a ruler she is like a vessel, for the First Mother. If Esmeralda takes the throne she will not be Esmeralda anymore. Esmeralda will be a hunger that consumes the First Mother and everything else. The First Mother will take over. Esmeralda will be gone.