Goblin Slayer Novels & Stories

Honestly, when I was young the thought of killing anything, let alone a person, Vampire or not, made me sick to my stomach. But when a Vampire killed my mother, my only family that I had ever known, back when I was 12 years old... I knew I had to avenge her death. Number 148 mom, number 148 and I will never stop. I will kill every last one of these blood sucking leeches. My name is Snow. I'm 28 years old, and I’m a Vampire Hunter.

So what was so special about this baby girl that Chloe had been dragged by the shadows to witness her birth? She is a shadow wolf… “Chloe?” Bobby’s voice broke through the storm of thoughts trouble Chloe, pulling her back to the here and now. “Is everything okay?” “Mhm,” Chloe nodded. “Why?” “Well,” The vampire shifted awkwardly, their ethereal blue eyes jumping away from the she-wolf momentarily before looking back at her again. “You’ve been standing here staring at Ursula’s door for a couple of minutes now and haven’t answered a thing I’ve asked.”

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.