Goblin Slayer Cowgirl Death Novels & Stories

He roared, swinging his sword with all of his might, aiming for the back of its neck. "Crash!" "Oh no!" Owen said to himself as his sword hit the roof of the cave, having not judged the small area he was in before he swung his sword, causing it to ricochet off of the cave wall and force him back and lose his balance. The Goblin watched what happened and smiled, regaining its position and turning so it could thrust its spear right into Owens's stomach. "Owen look out!" Gwen shouted, seeing that he was about to be killed. "Water bullet," Xolvion said, firing a small water projectile at high speed, hitting the Goblin in the head, killing it in an instead and knocking it to the ground, causing i

It stops when its eyes get to Gwen, she takes a fearful step back as it won't stop looking. “My… loyalty is to my…” A gunshot goes off and the rogue falls to the ground. Dead. Gwen. She killed it. The gun is still in her hand. Her chest heaving up and down. “He was scaring me with the way it looked to me.”

[POV: Colin Smith] Colin pulled on more grace using 20% of his ability. Now his chains made short work of the beast by beheading. The headless bodies of the beasts sprayed blood like erupting volcanos. The three riders crashed to the ground rather unceremoniously. One of them was crushed under the weight of the Pyromuthos that was still twitching. Blood slowly pooled under the bodies of the dying beasts. Without wasting time colin beheaded the two reaming riders.

My senses all in alert, I activated my Evil eyes ready for that unknown creature… the groaning intensified, the creature approached revealing its appearance… Small in size, green skin, ugly face and pointy ears… it held a handmade spear with a pointy rock at the edge… the creature reeked of bad smell and was not alone… This creature that preys on women and raids human villages without leaving a soul behind, usually lives in small groups, but when they are under stronger beast guidance… they become a threat that must be subjugated… So it was them who preyed on women of the capitol… these heinous creatures called “Cave dwellers” or more commonly…Goblins! I am surrounded by them… how many are t

The goblins walked toward them. Coralis grabbed the hair of one of them while sliding her sword through the neck of another and in the same motion, passed it through the neck of the one she held by the hair, and Veronica used the same method to behead two goblins. Meanwhile, Eva plunged her knives into the hearts of two others. Coralis and Veronica quickly went behind the last two goblins and grabbed their arms before they could react. “What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be here,” said one of them before they tackled them to the ground.

Many years ago, long before humans became aware of our existence, we werewolves lived in the shadows, unseen and unheard. Often, it was difficult to feed because among humans, there were those who hunted us; the Hunters. They killed my kind, and only a few managed to escape, never to return. One of those murdered by the Hunters was Gena Boyer, my girlfriend and mate. She died before my eyes, and I was helpless, unable to do anything but watch. Since then, nightmares of her death have haunted me. Gwen, Gena's best friend, blames me for what happened, calling me a coward for not saving her.

Jacke rushed forward and slashed his scythe through her chest, piercing her wicked heart, and put the barrel of his hand cannon against her forehead. "IN THE NAME OF LADY MUERTE, WE CAST YOU OUT OF THE NECROPOLIS YOU WRONGFULLY CLAIMED FOR YOURSELF, BRUJA!" He shouted as he pulled the trigger on his gun, firing the last round he had into her head, and as she fell her very spirit caught ablaze. Her body burned until there was nothing but ashes left to be scattered by the winds, and in her place, Lady Muerte stood with La Bruja's spirit by her side. "Thank you, boys, for tidying up my home a good bit. I know the void monster is still flying about, but I have no doubt that won't last too much l

Only one. Death Death is painful yet straightforward. By beheading, or a Darkling consumes them from within their soulless bodies. Once complete, they will turn to the ash from their birthright grounds. “How strange, yet sad,” I think while strumming my finger across the edge of the page. I sit and wonder how those women caused so much destruction and how so many loved them. The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. “... Sam! I bet this had to do with him!” I say his name an octave too loud.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

Skadhi stood over Yolanda's corpse, like a bog body in an estuary of the Maroon Sea bay. She held a single tallow, the wax dripping onto her thumb. "All is not as it seems, and the dead are far from rest," Skadhi said ominously, then lit Yolanda's corpse on fire. It burned with sickly green helafire. The goblin fire scorched her free of rot, and from the waters, Yolanda's spirit emerged, a sylph of a Valkyrie, shielded and helmeted, aback a winged steed. She raised a spear high and then, struck me through my rotten heart.