Goblin Rider Novels & Stories

Others would pursue the sigilmaker, no doubt, but he was suddenly gripped by the intense urge to capture their target himself. Without a second thought, he called for Ghulik, and they weaved through the shattered gates. Gildeon swung his shortsword, slicing and stabbing enemies with precise, brutal efficiency. Beside him, Ghulik feasted on the fallen. As the bodies piled up, the goblin’s frenzy turned savage, unlocking the ability to tear into the living and making the kills even faster. Outside, Gildeon spotted a horse and mounted swiftly, taking the reins and urging it onward. Ghulik scrambled up behind him, and Gildeon raced across the plains, the wind whipping at his face.

Roland immediately climbed the high stone watchtower, his expression hardening into cold steel. "Someone is approaching the perimeter," Roland reported sharply. Killian joined him on the high wall in an instant. A single rider was crossing the frozen, snowy plains. There was no invading army behind him. No royal escort. Just one lone man mounted on a massive, terrifying black horse. The mysterious rider stopped exactly fifty yards away from the heavy iron gates, the beast's breath pluming in the air. Then, the rider slowly dismounted. He reached up and pulled back his heavy dark hood, letting long black hair fall over a set of dark armor meticulously etched with glowing crimson runes. His ey

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

She was shocked that what she thought was correct, but also not really. “A goblin?” “Y-yes, I am what you humans call, goblin.” The green skinned creature with rugged clothing said. “And you talk?” “I learned the common tongue of the world, so yes.” “What are you doing here?” Yuki pressed on with her questions without lowering her weapon. “This…. THis is my home. I… We live here.” “We?” “My brethren behind me, the ones in the cave and also… These ones….” The goblin said as it looked at the corpses of its kind. “You must be a Hunter. People who kill monsters for money and fame.”

I need to be his personal healer when he will be commanding the expedition with the knights and ninja warriors. It happens every year, the army is preparing for an expedition of 3 months to the magic that is around the world. Magic's belongs to Porto, which is in the north. The north isn't owned by anyone so we can freely take it greedily, Rosla is the country where's magic is needed the most, if there isn't any magic in Rosla, the magical physician can't heal or perform treatments. "I can't be your personal healer, it should be Raphael!" I said, standing up abruptly.

A red hourglass. “Romera!” The voice of Gardax comes through her mind and she looks back at him with the captain by his side. The others are behind them as well in the shape of Garth and Lard. “We will take it from here…” The deckhand’s voice trails off. The goblin tries to get free which makes the navigator mad. Instead of snapping and smashing his head into the ground, she instead uses her hand and one of her extra limbs to swing him over to the others, rolling him over and placing him at the mercy of her crew. Garth is the first one that springs into action. Before the creature could even think about rushing away once more, he ties him up with a black rope. The large mind ties the small b

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

After Abi and Zeres got dressed that morning cleaning themselves off that sticky mess, they decided to prepare themselves mentally. Ezekiel had also called the fifty warriors and also twenty more who had joined their team. Those gargantuan gargoyles were outside the manor looking with indifferent calmness in the darkness of night and this happened when all of the humans were asleep. Ezekiel had instructed Kai to be on look out for any mundane humans whom might have just been out for some reason or the other so that the plan to leave Dark Igor with this immortal stone gargoyles would turn out fine. Each warriors were armed with at least few dozens of the Stagladiers, ballistae and the PowerGl

He held up a small silver disc that was on a cord around his neck. Ruben scowled in frustration, clucking his tongue. “Perhaps just give it a go?” The goblin said ambiguously. Ruben huffed. “Do you have a name?” “My Lord just called me Scribe…” Ruben nodded and then planted his feet. “Okay, Scribe, I’ll give it a go…” He closed his eyes and concentrated on the swirling power he could still feel thrumming through his veins.

"Yes, my king." Standing from his throne, Toban walked towards the general. Gripping his black cape, Toban walked down the large steps to the small landing where the general stood. Adverting his gaze from Toban's, the young man continued. "That's not the only news I have." "Go on." Toban's voice echoed off the stone walls, causing the young man to lick his dry lips. "She is a Dragon Rider." Stopping in front of his general, Toban tilted his head. "She's a what?" He asked in shock.