Goblin's Feast Novels & Stories

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

"Let's sit." They took seats in his living area. Beth held onto a pillow. Trent looked at Donal and he began the narrative. "There are things in this world that sometimes are hidden." "Could we get this on the table?" she said. "Let me ease you into this. There are supernatural beings." Silence. Beth blinked. "What do you mean by supernatural?" "Goblins," Donal said. Her gaze darted between them. "Goblins?" "Yes. They spend their time in human form, but can transform into what you saw today," Trent said.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

Rosella Mama and Stella had prepared a big feast. Different types of Spanish and Italian dishes and also the expensive liquor that was placed beside daddy looked heavenly. “Lets dig in, shall we?” Mama said. Taking a small bite from the cinnamon roll that rested on my plate, a moan erupted out of my mouth at the deliciousness. “So yummy~” Three pairs of eyes stilled on me. Stella giggled. “I know I’m the best cook.” I looked towards her and nodded hastily. “The best baker in the world, precisely.”

I watch as a few guests pass us by, trying to appear normal. A mother holds the hand of each of her sons. Their twins---blond hair and freckles are a little too ‘children of the corn’ for my taste. I try to look at it as a fun vacation, but they’re in Rounders. Nothing in Rounders is a normal family vacation. Tourists come to Rounders to get a glimpse of the supernatural, like me. “I’m looking for Jack Wiget,” Caleb says to the nearest hotel attendant. “Don’t know the name.” She continues to type in the computer in front of her. She seems flustered by us, but I can tell that she’s hiding something.

Now I’m finishing the food. Liam walks into the kitchen, a few bags from the local store in his hands. “I think I just made the weirdest purchase of my life at Gilligan’s. Gel pens in, like, fifteen colors, ten disposable cameras, five compact mirrors, and enough candy to give a giraffe diabetes.” I shoot him a smile over my shoulder as I check the paratha dough. “Jai and Violet will appreciate it. According to Meredith, goblins, boggarts, and kobolds are big candy fans. And you can trade with the dark elves using the rest.”

The five of us were trapped inside a magical net capable of nullifying our powers. “Shit,” Aris said angrily. Suddenly it began to shake, and goblins came out of the ground. They were different from the goblins that helped us in the wasteland; these ones looked smaller. Once they were all below us, one of them began to laugh. I knew right away that he was the leader. “This loot is very powerful,” the goblin said. “I wonder what we can do with them.” The goblins started laughing, and suddenly I saw my mother in the background.

"This was a birthday present Hans gave me last year." I gripped the gunwale tightly, my nails digging into my palms. This also happened in my past life; she deliberately emphasized Hans's special treatment to her in front of everyone, while I could only force a smile like a fool. I heard my own calm voice. "How is that possible? It's just a bag; it's worth it." Winnie's expression stiffened. Just then, the barbed wire snapped with a piercing sound. "Roar!" The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up!

With each step Chelsea heard the sloshing sounds of their boots against the wet ground , just ahead of them they could hear sounds of scampering and loud yells for help . They exchanged worried glances with each other and rushed in the direction of the voice . A little far away in a small opening , Lord Leopold Garcia was leaning against a tree , with a look of extreme terror on his face. He was surrounded by what Chelsea thought were goblins in loincloth at least they looked like Goblins - their skin was bottle green , they were stretching their long elongated fingers as if considering whether or not to put them around Lord Garcia 's throat and silence him altogether . Some of them were sni

And all Eliza could do was smile. … Red skin, a skull shorter than most humans, and a visage so horrible that one wonders who gave birth to it. The fact that these goblins were monsters created by the dungeon as opposed to being born of a creature was a blessing. Goblins mature swiftly, in a matter of months, and are typically weak and stupid. They are monsters that even the most inexperienced fighter can defeat. The only thing they can't be underestimated for is their short spawn time. They are a type of creature that will never go extinct in a dungeon, no matter how many of them are hunted by explorers, mercenaries, and knights. Additionally, the adventure association always seems to be in