Goblin's Feast Novels & Stories

The goblins laughed. Aeron’s heart pounded as he stepped back beside the others. The lead goblin raised his cleaver. “Tell Regatta that we’re having werewolves for dinner.”

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

This creature was called a Green Goblin. Once the dead goblin fell onto the ground its body was engulfed in crimson flames that swallowed it whole. The flames lit up the dark environment, and several other burnt up corpses could be seen littered all around the place. The corpse of the beast was quite tough, for it took more than three seconds for it to burn up completely. And this was a magnificent feat considering that Mane’s flames couldn’t be handled by anyone below the Earth Realm. The goblin was only a Middle Class Magical Beast, but its tough skin made it almost impossible for Thrashers to kill it. Added to the fact that they attacked in huge numbers and had pretty excellent teamwork,

My parents went way overboard. I pick up one of the menus, fearing for the worst. It's bad. The menu is like an itemized list of all of the boys' favorite foods. We'll be starting with an Irish potato soup and beer bread, which Lyall famously said on The Tonight Show he couldn't live without. Followed by Ben's favorite – poutine and cheeseburgers, with sautéed truffles on the side, no doubt inspired by Alastaire's love of truffles. Dessert is homemade cherry pie – Elliot's dessert of choice – served with Felix's preferred gelato flavor, which every Fable fan knows is bittersweet dark chocolate.

The witches pitched battle against the hungry hordes, and the goblins’ threats were meaningless against the ageless witches’ wiles. As for Millie, she remained clueless in her hide, and Becky was determined not to indulge her younger sister's active fantasizing brain as she was mortally frightened of goblins, ghouls, zombies, succubus, and other such-like creatures. The next visitors to their corridor were hooded and caped figures carrying red candles in a funeral procession. Their destination was the large storage across from theirs, where they observed a ritual stacking of the coffins.

At least until the dwarves dug their tunnels and shafts trying to reach Zanestor's surface. Goblins were a rudimentary society. They were great hunters and their prey supplied them with everything they needed to survive. Meat for food, skins and furs for clothes, fat for lighting the darkness, bones for making tools ... And then came the dwarves. In their armours adorned with gold and precious stones, with their powerful machines and their dazzling lights, they were almost like gods. But the goblins knew nothing of gods, only of intruders trying to drive them out of their homes. The dwarves saw these scrawny haggard creatures as nothing more than wild beasts. And that's how they treated them

Then he cut their ears off. I'd started to become used to the simmer of acid in my stomach at the sight when, without warning, he cut the balls off one of the strangers and forced the other one to eat them. I’d stayed strong until that point, but that pushed me over the edge. I doubled over and emptied the contents of my entire dinner onto the floor. But Blake seemed like he enjoyed it—got a sick pleasure from it. He smiled while they screamed and thrashed in agony, a glint in his eyes.

Crystal said, getting the other's attention. Xolvion turned around and watched as the small goblin he saved snatched a piece of toast out of Crystal's hands and started eating it. "She certainly is growing at an extraordinary rate," Zoranna said, finding it cute. "Yes, goblins are known to become fully grown within just a week after birth," Luna said after taking a sip of her tea. "Really, only a week?" Crystal asked. "Yes, that's one of the reasons they can become such a nuisance. They bread faster than rabbits and grow quickly, being able to adapt to their environment and survive on very little food and water." Luna said, impressing Xolvion with her knowledge of the monster species.

His heart skipped a beat at what he saw below. Goblins. There must have been at least a hundred of the foul creatures, running and waving their crude swords and spears. They streamed down from a gap in the far valley wall, some distance West of where Randey stood. Where they had come from he couldn’t imagine. But though he had never actually seen a Goblin, he knew that’s what they were. He’d heard enough tales from his parents to recognize them. Their wild, guttural cries echoed from the valley walls, wafting up to Randey’s horrified ears.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.