Goblin Slayer Mc Novels & Stories

“Usually, monsters present in the beginner’s dungeon are goblins and faughs. According to the activity, it is highly plausible that the flags are in the goblins since they are much more intelligent than the faughs. If there aren’t any unexpected creatures we won’t have to worry about our defense. What we need to do is a fast finish time and strategy to catch the goblin without much damage placed into us. As I’ve told you in the carriage earlier, faughs can be really sensitive to smell, especially wizling smell. Those rats are troublesome when they’re in horde so we better avoid confronting them.” Mikael strategized.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

Jade pointed out all the different monsters in attendance, while all the different monsters snarled and snapped at me for being a Demon. “You don’t have to work tonight if you don’t want to, you could just stay in my office with me instead.” I frowned at him. “We both know that’s not a good idea. Just try to behave yourself,” I said. With that, we both walked in. We stopped at his office to hang our coats before heading to the club to check in with Jade and Ash. “Any new monsters for me to sniff out?” “Just more of the same so far, but it’s early. There was a Goblin in here earlier; they smell like an engine, by the way. It’s their diet; they consume fossil fuels most of the time.”

They had been walking around for a few minutes, and when they reached almost the end of the first floor, a sudden wave of monsters began to rush at them from all the surrounding corridors, as if they had come late to the party. Perhaps this Dungeon Core was a bit clumsy… An experienced Dungeon Core would have sent monsters strategically and right away! But this one clumsily sent them all out of the sudden. Or maybe it was a surprise attack of sorts? But everyone sensed the monsters, so it wasn't a surprise at all… A large wave of dozens of Goblins suddenly emerged, but they were different than the green-skinned variants, as they were gray-skinned and charcoal black-skinned. Their eyes gleame

They thrust and swung their swords simultaneously toward a group of goblins approaching them. "*Slash..." "*Slash..." Meanwhile, Myira swiftly and flexibly killed several goblins. Her attacks targeted vital points on the neck, requiring just one strike for each goblin. Myira's attack style differed from Flitz and Nick, who relied on their sword size and coordinated strength. Myira utilized her exceptional speed to swiftly move from one point to another, displaying remarkable agility. In terms of speed, she surpassed Flitz and Nick. She resembled an early-stage assassin, and she might truly become an advanced-level assassin as she grew stronger.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

“They’re here!” The words struck me like physical blows. They’re here. The nightmare we’d spent weeks whispering about in council chambers had become reality. The Ironbloods. Magic-wielding killers who had burned entire villages to ash. Malakor. The warlord. I froze. The slums had taught me how to survive. How to steal. How to fight. How to disappear into shadows. But this wasn’t another tavern brawl. This was war. Monsters. Magic. Blood. Death.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h