Goblin Slayer: Endless Hunting Novels & Stories

He grabs my hand, and we start running again. Behind us, I can hear the goblins' high-pitched laughter, their claws scraping against the rocks. This time, we have no cover, no trees to hide behind. We're out in the open, with nowhere to go. We sprint alongside the cliff, following the terrain as it climbs and grows rockier, the goblins' screeches echoing in our ears. I scan the area, hoping for some sort of solution, but there's nothing. Just grass on one side, waves crashing against rocks on the other, and murderous little devils behind us.

Without words or announcements, the slaves started moving towards an arena Elora didn't know existed; she followed the noisy crowds onto a bigger sandy floor; it was wide with the sight of forest far ahead. " Listen carefully to me; this hunt has just one rule: reach the red line, which we don't know how far that is", Libby said, grabbing Elora's hand, " the first shot of a gun indicates run, and this run you can't shift to wolf if not you'll be killed. You'll find a blue line, once you cross it, stage one is over, then you can shift to wolf and run for your dear life till you cross the red line".

His veins buzzed as the quickening surged through them and an evil smirk came to his lips. When the next disgusting, stinking creature came from his left, Haldir spun away and plunged the sword deep into the goblins side as the brief glimpse of Mory being shot in the gut came to his mind. "No!" Catching the last vulgar, rotten goblin in his bare hand as it struck out at Haldir, he slammed him to the ground. "Where is she?" The groaning mess of a being slithered and bit at Haldir as he trapped it under his knee. "Where is she?"

We do our stupid thing to see who can eat the most slices of pizza, and this time he wins over me. “You went the whole day without eating, right?” I tease him. “After the other day, I had to change my strategy.” He speaks as if caught. “You’re the OG glutton.” We smile at each other. “I love you,” Hunter whispers in my ear. He leaves the bed to shower and dress to go out as next week is the last championship and he needs to concentrate. I look out the window and watch the silver Porsche pull out into the street. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I let the water fall like a waterfall and drench me all over. I wash my hair with the shampoo Hunter has left there for me, the same br

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

The sight of his two hands made me breathe a sigh of relief. Now that I was relaxed, I teased him on purpose, "Two hands don't bring as much pleasure as multiple tentacles, it seems." Cyrus paused in his actions. Then, he raised his head to look at me, his gaze already dark with lust. "Is that so?" His gaze made my heart skip a beat. Before I could regain my senses, I heard a familiar chime drifting into my ear. [Congratulations, you've joined a new dungeon as a player.]

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The moment he finished his speech, the men cheered and rose to their feet, all seventeen of them, including the High Commander, their voices booming as they chanted, WE ARE THE HUNTERS, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE ARE GOD'S JUDGEMENT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE DON'T GIVE IN OR FAINT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE STRIKE WITH IRON, HOT AND FIERCE, FIRE AND VENGEANCE ON ALL CREATURES OF THE NIGHT. WE STRIKE WITH SILVER, COLD AND FROST, FIRE AND DEATH ON ALL CREATURES BREATHING FRIGHT.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.

My teeth clacked together in protest. “You must be quiet and stop scratching yourself. If you draw blood, we are dead.” In one smooth movement he pulled me to my feet and slung me over his back. My fingers trembled as he laced them together. “But it feels—” “I know how it feels,” he growled. “You must ignore it. This is the forest of Anulk. Everything, even the air, wishes to feed on you. Feed on us. Right now, until the second phase of night arrives, we are safest in the trees. That does nothing to stop the Endless, which prowl these lands. They are the eternal hunters, one of the seven horrors of this world, and we have crossed onto their territory. We are fair game to them.”