Goblin.slayer Novels & Stories

Their eyes gleamed with crimson-red light, and their bodies seemed way stronger than usual goblins. They raised their weapons, which seemed made of black rock and infused with some spirit stones, releasing some fire and wind elements from them. "Interesting… Black and Gray Goblins? Are these variants due to this dungeon being made by my lord?" wondered Belphegor. Chaos, however, flew towards the Goblins while flapping his draconic wings. He decided to fight on his humanoid form this time, as he quickly activated several skills at the same time, mostly those of self-strengthening such as Orc's Strong Physique or the Giant's Skills. Additionally, he loaded himself with the Nether Wyvern Skills

When I got near the Giant Goblin, it swatted at me with one of its large hands. Dropping lower, I managed to keep myself from getting killed right away. Taking my dagger, I propelled myself forward before he brought his arm back to his side. Flipping the dagger around, I held the hilt in my hand, with the blade pointed away from me. Pressing my other hand on the back end, I applied as much force as I could as I cut into the flesh of the goblin’s side. I didn’t stop, as I went past him and placed myself far enough away from him. Turning around, I noticed that his health bar hadn’t gone down much.

I made the mistake of looking over at Batiti and Shaylee fighting in vain to take the Nuckelavee down. Horror sunk in as I watched the creature lift an arm above it's head, swinging it's long razor claws down. The sharp pain in my side brought my attention back to reality as a Goblin sunk his blade into my side.

Even pushing together, we can't move the rock. The goblins are too close now. Within a matter of seconds, they'll be on us. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. There it is. The tiny flicker inside of me. Focusing on it, I let it grow ... and then I unleash it. The rock rolls down the hill and hits the first goblin. It screams as it's knocked off its feet and tumbles down the rocky terrain. The rock hits a couple more goblins, and the sight is gruesome. They definitely won't be getting back up. The rest of their buddies shriek in terror and back away, knowing they're in for something similar.

Others would pursue the sigilmaker, no doubt, but he was suddenly gripped by the intense urge to capture their target himself. Without a second thought, he called for Ghulik, and they weaved through the shattered gates. Gildeon swung his shortsword, slicing and stabbing enemies with precise, brutal efficiency. Beside him, Ghulik feasted on the fallen. As the bodies piled up, the goblin’s frenzy turned savage, unlocking the ability to tear into the living and making the kills even faster. Outside, Gildeon spotted a horse and mounted swiftly, taking the reins and urging it onward. Ghulik scrambled up behind him, and Gildeon raced across the plains, the wind whipping at his face.

The goblins walked toward them. Coralis grabbed the hair of one of them while sliding her sword through the neck of another and in the same motion, passed it through the neck of the one she held by the hair, and Veronica used the same method to behead two goblins. Meanwhile, Eva plunged her knives into the hearts of two others. Coralis and Veronica quickly went behind the last two goblins and grabbed their arms before they could react. “What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be here,” said one of them before they tackled them to the ground.

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

Dragons | Dark romance | Hate to love | Stockholm Syndrome | Slave | Psychopath | Spicy When Hazel accidentally presses the wrong button on her father's invention, she is transported to another realm. A realm with mythical creatures, a realm where dragons exist. She is captured straight away and imprisoned by the King of Dragons as slave. The dragon inside Zyndrahr already knows it. His new slave is his most valuable possession he has ever owned. But no dark ruler will bend his knees to a mere human. He hates her, despises her, but can't seem to get rid of her. She speaks weird words and does things to strange, she doesn't seem from this time. Zyndrahr keeps her as a slave and for