Goblin Slayer Light Novels & Stories

Jayce burst into the clearing. Bailey was on her feet, lifting a goblin by his filthy clothes. She was pure light, her Magick so hot that he was afraid to step closer to her. The Goblin's shriek lifted the hair on his arms as it's flesh began to bubble on its face. Blood flecked it's thin lips, but Bailey only shook it.

Romera turns down the offer and addresses her gaze to the lights of the darkness above her. “What the hell are you?” The goblin’s words seep from his mouth. His teeth are coated with blood, along with mis mouth from his sharp teeth biting in his flesh to try and avoid some of the paint. That same blood spills from the sides and creeks of his mouth. Garth drags the knife along the left side. This wound accuracy is so perfect, and because his victim is so skinned, the blade runs along the middle rib on his left side. The hedge of the energy blade tilts down by the apex then slices down into the flesh. The sudden attack forces another welching of pain from the guild member. As soon as the blade

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“Those lizardmen are going to be so sorry. So, so sorry. It’s going to be fun, Dragonslayer!” Insane as she was, I started to see Laney’s plan. Build me up as a mighty hero, slayer of dragons etcetera, so they get all excited, and then get everyone to form up behind me as we marched into the valley of death. Well, sod that for a game of soldiers. Light returned as the lift stopped with a jerk at an opening. The tunnel ahead of us was lit by torches held in sconces, flaring brightly and smelling vaguely of wax.

Lilith's light faltered, confused by the maze's twists and turns. Undeterred, Lilith focused her energy, creating a beacon of light that pierced through the illusions, dispelling the maze. Lord Varnaak snarled, his control wavering. The battle raged on, with both combatants exchanging blows. Lilith’s light clashed with lord Varnaak’s darkness, each one pushing the other to their limits. In the end, it was Lilith’s unwavering determination and the purity of her light that proved too much for lord Varnaak’s illusions.

Lysander stood behind me, the dark dagger pulsing with pale blue light, awake after its long sleep, ready for battle, ready for blood. I raised the first wolf's blade. The light exploded—gold and silver, bright as the sun, bright as the hope that had carried us through every battle, bright as the love that bound us together. The light washed over the pack, over the walls, over the gates, pushing back the darkness.

It rushed toward Gina like a tidal wave, wrapping around her forearms in ribbons of pure, ethereal white light. With a sharp cry, Gina thrust her hands forward. A concussive wave of spirit energy blasted through the room. It bypassed Gabriel, Lucien, Trevor, and Nyra completely, but slammed into the attacking hunters with the force of a runaway freight train. The shadows clinging to Julian shrieked and withered under the holy light, throwing the hunter brother backward against the stone pillars. "Well, damn," Trevor muttered, wiping a splash of hunter blood off his cheek. "Remind me never to complain about her cooking ever again."

“Perhaps it’s too late already?” Lucifer draws himself nearer, the pungent smell of burning filled my nose, “Tell me Princess of St Leger, how many people have you killed already with your power?” He pauses once more, leaning so close now that the heat from his breath warms my cheek. “How many people reside on your list to dispatch already I wonder? I predict that the seed of darkness has already been sewn. “And it is a well known fact that the St Leger power feeds off of darkness.” He finishes. The room falling into silence around us.

"Now shut up and let me work." Chloe could only watch as Ursula took Chloe's hands in her own and closed her eyes before beginning to mutter words that the blonde didn't recognise. She didn't have time to question it though, because no sooner had Ursula began to chant in her strange language, a light blue glow began to pulse from their joined hands. It grew and grew with each chant, flowing up Chloe's arms like a cleansing breeze. It felt oddly nice and calming but strange at the same time. Part of her wanted to run away from the strange light but another part wanted to stay, fascinated by what she was seeing. Witnessing such a remarkable thing distracted her from the perpetual anxiety withi

She waited a minute for the spell to finish its effect, and then sat down to gather her bearings. She then cast a Light spell and she finally saw the two dead drows lying on the floor. She recognized them both, one was the archer who attacked them in the inn earlier. His torso was wrapped in bandage after getting hit by Ashvell's axe. The other one wasn't with them during the attack, but he was in the parlor this afternoon with Nymgos.