Romans & histoires Goblin Slayer Fanfiction

Although they both were eating, their eyes were fixed on her. "So what potion do you want?" Ella asked the goblin. "I want a love potion." He explained." Goblina, our clan leaders daughter is set to marry some warrior in our clan. If she falls in love with me, I will be the prince." "That sounds a bit selfish. One should be able to choose freely who they love." Ella swallowed a mouthful of bacon. " I know it's selfish, but I have loved her and only her." The goblin had a depth of sorrow in his eyes.

I wasn’t going to let this continue. It was time to end this. Or so I thought.. I looked around and saw as the servants each fought two or three goblins. All of them are heavily injured too. Even more so than Fenrir. Each goblin has different types of weapons. Axes, spears, or a simple knife or dagger. But their moves and skills aren’t that simple. It wasn’t messy as anyone would expect it to be. One goblin carefully sneaked behind a servant’s back, and I immediately waved my hand to blast off some small shot pheromones. The servant gasped but looked at me with gratitude as he continued to slit two of the goblins’ throats in front of him.

Then affectionately, like he hadn't just betrayed me, he leaned down to kiss my lips. “I love you, my queen, but I'm tired of your benevolent rule, tired of drinking that disgusting artificial blood. I want a killing spree, I want suck my fangs into human's warm blood vessels! Slave them!” Rowan said, his face suddenly tainted with anger, one that also left as quickly as it came. “I'm surprised you think you would succeed,” I said, trying to laugh but it only made the blood flow faster. I was getting drained of blood really quickly. “You won't succeed,” I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!”

“Fine. One year. I play the perfect wife. You play the perfect husband. Then we go our separate ways.” His jaw flexed. “Just… don’t trust them. They will try to provoke something. Conflict. Scandal. Emotion. Anything to tip the scales.” “Let them try,” Celeste said. “I don’t break easily.” “Neither do I.” Their eyes met, two storms clashing silently. Something inside Celeste shifted. Not warmth. Not softness. But the beginning of understanding. Enemy. Ally. Prisoner. Maybe he was all three. “Let’s get this farce over with,” she said.

I've been at it for so long, and now I'm just tired. The Goblin shrieks in a loud, high-pitched scream making my ears bleed. Its hand rises high, ready to squash me into a puddle of blood. I close my eyes, prepared for whatever lies ahead. Does this mean I give up? Why does that sound worse? A large shadow jumps over me, and I know it's Fenrir. He throws the ogre into Eldora and clamps his jaw around the Goblin entire face. Fenrir snaps his face in all directions. The sickening sounds of all its bones breaking disturbs the silence hanging over us.