Goblin Serum Novels & Stories

(Reporter) "Monopoly?….no, VH-Serum is my brainchild….the effects of this serum were not simple, and I only trust my company which, I already make sure that they will handle the serum as I was supposed to…I made this to improved OUR state of life..and as long as I'm alive, it will stay that way….".

“Disproved? Then… what turned him into that… monster?” Councilor Darion looked to the school head, who gave a slow nod. “We found traces of a forbidden compound in his blood,” Aldric said. “A drug long since banned, one designed during the Wyrmblood Wars. It's called Fenrys Serum.” Liam stepped forward. “That’s impossible. Fenrys Serum was destroyed decades ago. Its formula wiped clean from every archive.” “Supposedly,” the school head said. “Yet this wolf had a synthetic version of it coursing through his veins. Not just a faint trace. A full dose.”

"With Andrea's blood and brain electricity, we can create a serum that enhances human capabilities. But we must be cautious. The dosage and application require precise calibration." The Archons' leader nodded, intrigued by Erebus's suggestion. "Go on. What do you propose?" Erebus's digital voice was calculated. "We can use the serum to amplify cognitive functions, granting the subjects enhanced strength, agility, and intelligence. However, there's a risk of unpredictable side effects. We'll need to monitor the subjects closely." The Archons' leader considered Erebus's words, weighing the potential benefits against the risks. "Very well. Proceed with the serum's development. We'll take the ne

Both men enjoyed every second of that bonding. Jon was very curious about their slingshots. They were deadly and quiet. It was a weapon made for goblins during the war. The elastic part was made of the intestines of a rare species of fish that lived only in goblin lakes and gave the bullet tremendous speed with almost no sound. The Y-shaped handle was made of detar wood, which had an extreme ability to bend. Above the hilt were holes in which the bullets were held, and a skilled warrior could fire five or six bullets in a rapid sequence before he had to refill the holes with new bullets. But the deadliest part of the weapon was the bullet itself. Deep in the goblin lakes was an unusual type

I scrunched my face up in disgust. "Oh, poor sweet soul! You will be gagging out a whole lot of blood when I'm done with you." He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Not under my watch," Suzy screamed into the air and lept onto the warlock. I jumped on him and seize his hands in case he tries to attempt magic. Suzy began to whisper incantations and the warlock screamed in discomfort and turned ashen. He was covered in sweat so I'm guessing Suzy was boiling his blood till he combusted.

he hissed, stepping toward me, “then you’ll become my weapon instead.” I froze, dread coiling in my stomach as he reached for another syringe—this one filled with a dark yellow liquid that seemed to pulse and writhe as though alive. “This,” he said, holding it up with reverence, “The Forsaken Serum. Say hello to your new life of a beast of pure destruction, with no will, no humanity. Just endless rage and hunger. And when I send you back to your precious Finn, you’ll tear him apart with your own claws.”

He must have noticed the impatience in Devon’s eyes. “Anyway,” Kinsington continues. “None of want to do any of this shit. I don’t even know why the fuck the Pures care what wolves do. I sure as hell don’t. Since way back when, some people have been giving us something we call serum. You saw me try to unleash it. It goes in a vessel and once combined, it’s a pretty powerful weapon.” “I’m familiar with it,” Devon says coldly.

I asked him, and he grinned. I walked downstairs and entered the kitchen. Putting Xavier on the kitchen counter, I began to prepare the formula. Adding two spoons of powder in mild water, I mixed it well before pouring liquid into his favorite blue bottle. Before feeding him, I sprinkled a few drops on my wrist to check its temperature. It was okay.

“Ah, there’s the typical lycanthrope temper. You know Lily; I have been researching a lot about werewolves and our condition. I’ve created a serum that causes the same effect of a werewolf bite, but it’s much easier on the host since the effects of the change only affected them and don’t have to go through the recovery of the bite. Just a little of it can transform a simple human into one of us. The serum is nearly undetectable; it is odorless and colorless with only a slight taste to it.” Her mouth fell open as she remembered having coffee with the fake Greg and even left the room when she got a phone call. She felt as if she was going to get sick. That weird ass phone call was to get her o

He was getting used to his human form. He flapped his wings. At least they still moved. "Prepare to die, gargoyle," the grotesque figure snarled. Her fetid breath washed over him, making him want to gag, but he wouldn't show weakness. He had a warrior's heart and if it stopped beating today at least it would stop in battle. He swiped at her, but she leaned out of the way. He hadn't ever encountered a goblin that had magical powers like this. Had they developed since he'd been in stone?