Goblin Slayer Master Novels & Stories

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.

Gildeon had never heard of sylphs’ Awakening to anything beyond their natural power. The spell suddenly released its grip, and his limbs obeyed again. He stood and spun toward the door, but no one was there, only a blood-drawn sigil pulsing faintly on the wood. Its dark aura was already beginning to fade. The magic was gone. The message had been delivered. “Ghulik is terrified of Master’s son,” the goblin said as he approached. “Master’s son is no good. Ghulik doesn’t like him.” Gildeon stayed silent for a long moment. Then he exhaled slowly, heavy. He turned to his companion and said, ‘I need you to do something for me, Ghulik.’

Taylor asked in disbelief, “His spell-casting ability is equivalent to the level of a warlord? Are you serious?” Guardian Palace answered nonchalantly, “Of course! Would I be lying to you all?” Taylor was astonished, a huge wave of shock washing over him inwardly. He was not even this startled after learning that the owner of Eden Joy had improved in the level of a warlord. He did not know Adalon, but he knew how hard it was to become a spell-casting master. Without any exaggeration, a spell-casting master was a terrifying existence. Warlords and smashers would stay out of their way, not daring to offend them if they were to hear them coming. Otherwise, they would not even know how they were

I will give it to you; you totally took us by surprise and caught us out! You have so many victories, have beat so many people, but I need you to know that this is a battle you can not win, and I am going to tell you why. But first… You changed this Vampire Master. You make him fight demons that only he could see. Twist his mind, test his soul. You make him hurt from the top of his head right down to his toes. You weaken him physically, something he has never before experienced. You make him question his own strength, his desire to fight. You make him terrified, but not for himself, never for himself; you make him terrified of causing others so much pain, so much hurt.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

“Rumors! They cannot even begin to describe what I discovered.” The Magister leaned forward in his seat, unwilling to mask his enthusiasm, nor the rush of questions. “What did you find? Why didn’t you bring him directly to me? We can’t let him be poked and prodded before we have taken his full measure. Some are still divided. Mostly the older Master’s, but it is still a stable minority. Was there Sorcery?” Poe was taken aback. He had rarely seen Master Giles so animated, so clearly overrun by emotion. “Bring him back. I barely escaped with my life.”

Compared to this, building up his strength wasn't as urgent right now. The Giantborns were advancing rapidly, too. They had all reached Nebular Realm now. Though Felix could still handle them easily, it didn't change the fact that their potential was terrifying. The next day, after the Giantborns left, Felix was about to say goodbye as usual when Viggo stopped him. "Wait. I want to tell you something. Since it's been a year, you deserve to know my title—I am the Voidmaster." The Voidmaster? Felix had never heard the name before, but it sounded impressive. "Is there anything you'd like to share with me about, sir?"

Rose blankly nodded at him. He smirked internally as he thought of one possible way of scaring her and he did. He grabbed her arms roughly jerking her body near him. Her arms touched his chest but her eyes didn’t show any fear or nervousness. She was blank. It was almost like she felt nothing. This angered as well as frustrated him. “Whenever I say something I want a verbal answer. Understood.” Rose blinked nodding her head. “I understand Master.” She mumbled and her voice. Damn that cold voice. He felt weird pleasure in his body hearing her voice even though her tone was cold as ice but the way she called him master he loved it.

In the basement of our home, yes, it's a cellar, but. The fire roaring... Glimmering candles... their light casting amber and copper over the blond hair of my Golden Lover... My Master... Dark... Forbidding... The Love-Passion-Mastery in his eyes as he approaches me, the pommel gripped in his hand, soft leather tails trailing over the stone flags before they kiss my flesh as he gifts me with his pain/pleasure... Pain... Pain in my face where they hit me... Pain in my leg... and something dragging at me...