Goblin.slayer Novels & Stories

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

Rendall took out his claymore and Quinn tightened her grip on her bow. I can sense something, someone. I cannot tell how many but the air is cramped, it feels heavy. A small growl from somewhere caught our attention and made us do our formation. Quinn as the support, Rendall as the slayer, and I, as the marksman. We formed a small circle enough to watch each other’s back. “They’re here, they knew we were coming.” I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree.

All the goblins were wrapped around the altar , the moon was prominent and full in the sky , its color was crimson, the sky was sad and the rain was heavy , the sacrifice was lying on the altar , the goblin leader with his black dagger and red fist, the two mages began to cast some spells and the goblins danced and screamed and circled around him. After a few minutes, the commander's eyes began to turn red and blood began to flow. Then he took his dagger and slashed the prince and began to drink his blood until the corpse became dry. A beam descended from the moon, pierced the goblin commander's chest, he fell to the ground, then wings appeared in his back. He grew in size and one horn grew

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups. As soon as Gigi's paws hit the ground to chase after Tyce, Blake shouted, "Stop!" And I sensed a vibration second-hand as his aura was reflected back toward him, as if she were shielded. "Stop!" He tried again. But the same thing happened and she kept moving.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

Darius nodded his head and smiled. After the party, the inner cabal which consisted of I and Darius alongside Yagami and Gord got together and carefully planned the Campaign. I was to lead a battalion of five hundred warriors. Darius gave me specific information, he said, "the leader of the Goblins is an animal, stay behind your troops, and in case of anything retreat immediately." I understood his commands quite well, the Goblins were not the best when it came to women, they were known to rape a woman till they are satisfied and then eat her.

I wasn’t going to let this continue. It was time to end this. Or so I thought.. I looked around and saw as the servants each fought two or three goblins. All of them are heavily injured too. Even more so than Fenrir. Each goblin has different types of weapons. Axes, spears, or a simple knife or dagger. But their moves and skills aren’t that simple. It wasn’t messy as anyone would expect it to be. One goblin carefully sneaked behind a servant’s back, and I immediately waved my hand to blast off some small shot pheromones. The servant gasped but looked at me with gratitude as he continued to slit two of the goblins’ throats in front of him.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.