Goblin's Feast Novels & Stories

They were certainly stronger than Orcs before evolving, but now they were but cannon fodder… Perhaps if they had emerged near a village, a single hobgoblin could have caused a lot of chaos… Goblins had a very bland taste to Chaos' opinion, but the Hobgoblins seemed tastier to an extent, although they were still within the "bland" category. Although if this dungeon was going to stay here, they might end up hunting goblins every day for food so people would have to get used to them. [You learned the following Skills] After eating a Hobgoblin King, who was comparable to an A-Rank monster, who Chaos obliterated with his tails and left into a Swiss cheese-like appearance, he gained two new Skills

The best feat was that it would generate a bar with the most used nouns by the user, to keep them at hand. And while at it, I came across another ghost-hunting app that promised to get more than one word at a time, maybe even complete short sentences. None of them were free, but I reminded myself I wasn’t poor anymore and bought both. After doing my best to customize them, I took the tablet to the east parlor but found nobody there. Of course, it was already dinner time. The cat ball on the dining-room table lit up the moment I approached the open door, and I heard the faintest sound of cutlery and dishes.

A feast was laid for the humans upon the low tables and as the day aged into night it became evident that the drinks were alcoholic as the celebration became rowdy, in a euphoric, bacchanalian way, the feasters moving to dance around in rings around the central table, their hands joined to form a snake. Throughout the feast, Thaelen and Meguitte were brought a wide range of creatures, in a ceremonial presentation of each living creature into Meguitte’s hands, before the human took it again and slicing its throat, draining the blood into the wooden mugs for Thaelen and Meguitte to drink from. A feast of blood, the many different flavors of it bathing Thaelen’s tongue and combining to swell hi

I’ve never been squeamish, but having seen the state of the feeders’ dungeon first hand, and thinking about how much blood had to have been harvested to feed this many people an entire goblet full… it makes me have to look away slightly. The servant behind me stands with his hand on top of the silver cloche until the signal is given, and then they are all lifted at once.

Boss cleansing probability +10%] The next day, I went out to find Jorvan already standing guard at the food stall. He was not the only one there. Other familiar ghouls were there as well. Klyton, Chitan, Trilius, Anella… They were all on high alert and diligently looking around the surroundings. I moved some big tables to place around the food stall and started preparing the food. I was not going to settle for simple food on that day. I was going to make the specialties from the diner, which I had picked out with my father.

Ancanta appeared to be drawn to the elderly woman's compassionate stare, so she smiled, still with the same sunny grin, and politely replied: "Uncle Hector never told me anything about goblins, they what? Isn't it like the devil to perform the terrifying things Uncle Hector used to warn me about?" "Of course not." The elderly lady smiled as she handed Ancanta a hot cake that had just come out of the oven "Goblins are the ones who are punished; they made a tremendous error and were punished by the gods above. As punishment, goblins exist on their journey to serve the gods, guide lost souls, and guard children from perils."

voices spoke from behind the rocks. Sweat formed on Lily's forehead, and her heart started beating irregularly. Before she could react and hide from the mysterious voices, two goblins jumped in her direction. They were hideously ugly, with broad noses, flat faces, pointed ears, and wide mouths filled with small but sharp fangs. Their skin ranged from deep red to shades of orange and yellow, with members of the same tribe sharing similar skin colors. The two goblins salivated excessively. "D- Delicious meat, stop! We just want to be friends with you," one of the goblins with a shorter height said, attempting to negotiate.

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

They had a celebration of the coming of age, as was customary amongst goblins when they reached a certain age. All the goblins were present, including the newly mated ones. They had barely started the celebration when a loud noise rent the air sending fear through everyone. No one had time to run before large creatures on all fours bounded out of the forest and turned their celebration into a feast of death. No one was alive by the time these creatures finished with the goblins. It was only one goblin who, not because of luck, but because the creatures deliberately left him to tell some other goblins who were still on their way what happened.

Fairies. I didn’t know what to feel. I was not sure if I was just hallucinating or I was seeing the real thing. They were like humans, but little and with wings. “Don’t waste your time! Hurry! Kiss the Goblin!” their tiny voices were cute. I was still amused with the situation not until memories flashed in my head. “The Goblin’s trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride."