Goblin Slayer Abridged Novels & Stories

The smirk angered them further and they chattered more, dancing and bobbing about with spears. I bared my teeth back at them and growled, deep and low. Their noise stopped for a split second as they realised what they were dealing with. But I was hungry and not in the least picky. A goblin hoard would suit me just fine, unfortunately for them. I charged at them, unnaturally fast, grabbing one by the neck and snapping it instantly. The goblin went limb in my grasp and greedily, I latched my fangs onto its flesh, breaking skin and gulping down sweet sweet blood. I tossed the body aside when I'd drained it. One goblin was not going to sate the hunger clawing at my belly, the things weren't even

Logan puffed his chest in pride, and Asher laughed at his best friend’s antics. He remembered Ronan Leon, a man with a habit of kidnapping teenage girls with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He tortured, raped and then sliced his victims. He had killed at least eleven before the Shadow Crawlers ended him for good. Ronan was a human and Asher wondered how much worse a human could be when compared to the supernaturals to commonly coined as monsters. “Alright, stop whining like a puppy and I will take it.” Asher climbed into the driver’s seat.

Even pushing together, we can't move the rock. The goblins are too close now. Within a matter of seconds, they'll be on us. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. There it is. The tiny flicker inside of me. Focusing on it, I let it grow ... and then I unleash it. The rock rolls down the hill and hits the first goblin. It screams as it's knocked off its feet and tumbles down the rocky terrain. The rock hits a couple more goblins, and the sight is gruesome. They definitely won't be getting back up. The rest of their buddies shriek in terror and back away, knowing they're in for something similar.

Thunder roared in the heavens as my magic raged, my cloak flaring from the wind pressure of my spell. Beside me, Damian let out a furious cry, swinging his sword in an arc that severed a goblin’s head clean from its shoulders. More goblins burst from the cliffs, their eyes full of madness, wielding crude enchanted blades that crackled red with unstable enchantments. They leapt from the shadows, screaming. “LEFT!” I shouted. Damian ducked and rolled just in time as a goblin blade missed his neck by inches. He retaliated with a quick thrust through the attacker’s chest and kicked the body away.

Randey hesitated, knowing he needed to aid his comrades, but needing to seek some strategy against this development. Fortunately the Minotaurs had the advantage of size and speed, and were able to take down many Goblins taking little or no hurt from their weapons, their own blades cleaving only Goblin flesh. A number of the Knights were also able to avoid losing their blades by avoiding hitting the Goblin weapons. It made fighting vastly more difficult, but they were having an effect. Unfortunately, a large number of Knights also fell victim to Goblin attacks as their armor failed to protect them. The Minotaurs took casualties as well, despite their advantages. Randey saw more than one Shuja

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you

Happy with my decision, I settled in and started to read. * * * Though Cyrus had cited my love of English folklore as his reason for passing this book on to me, there was very little of it covered in the first half of it. There were ancient rites and the symbols associated with them – charms for fertility, for power, for knowledge, for cleansing, and for protection. I skimmed through them all, taking down notes only when something seemed useful. I copied out protective sigils. Thinking of Old Tim, I took extra care when marking out the runes in the sigil against demons. The tome was packed with information about creatures we’d fought in the past, but so far I’d found nothing about vampires,

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

All the goblins were wrapped around the altar , the moon was prominent and full in the sky , its color was crimson, the sky was sad and the rain was heavy , the sacrifice was lying on the altar , the goblin leader with his black dagger and red fist, the two mages began to cast some spells and the goblins danced and screamed and circled around him. After a few minutes, the commander's eyes began to turn red and blood began to flow. Then he took his dagger and slashed the prince and began to drink his blood until the corpse became dry. A beam descended from the moon, pierced the goblin commander's chest, he fell to the ground, then wings appeared in his back. He grew in size and one horn grew

I couldn’t just sit here. I couldn’t hide while they fought for me. Shoving the door open, I stepped into the hallway, my breath catching in my throat. The house was eerily silent now, but outside—chaos. I moved to the door, gripping the frame as I looked out. Bodies. Everywhere. Some torn apart, others motionless in pools of blood. My stomach lurched. What the hell was happening? Then I saw him. Abaddon. He was in the center of the carnage, moving like a storm, like a force of nature. Faster than any man should be able to.