Goblin Slayer Read Novels & Stories

“This novel is supposed to be PG16 so let’s keep it that way.” Clairmont blinked his eyes in confusion. Then I retracted my finger. “I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t think that’s it.” I then turned to the goblin chieftain. “Whatever it is, that girl doesn’t look like she’s chained, but she didn’t look that attached to the chieftain to be called his woman. I’d say, accomplices?” Clairmont pondered a bit. His golden irises scanned the surroundings as if looking for more information regarding the scene in front of him, before he added. “Maybe. It’s a rarity for humans to join hands with goblins, but’s it’s never an impossibility.”

Blood flecked it's thin lips, but Bailey only shook it. "How dare you." She hissed. "How dare you touch what is mine." Blisters rose on the Goblin's gray leathery skin, "I don't know who this Arawn is, but here's a message for your 'Lord', if he seeks to harm what is mine, I will raze his flesh from his bones and piss in his ashes." Bailey flung the goblin and it smacked against a tree. It pulled itself up, it's mangled face a mask of terror before it loped off into the darkness. Bailey turned to Tobin, on the ground and unnaturally still. Dark stains married his pale skin and his leg was at an odd angle. Bailey still shone with the light of the sun, her Magick whipping around her in deadly

The cave's icy chill pierced my skin banishing sleep to a distant realm. Time elusive and intangible seemed suspended in this shadowy abyss. Around me fireflies flickered their glow a solitary beacon in the darkness. With the arrival of morning a whisper broke my silence though daylight never reached this subterranean world. An ominous wolf a creature more shadow than flesh stood before me. It grinned wickedly declaring the start of its malevolent game. "Today decides your fate" it taunted sending a wave of fear through me.

No, it kicked because I was about to swing my blade. I drew it. The steel caught the light, sharp as my breath. I swear the damn thing pulsed in my hand, like it knew. “Alright,” I muttered. “Let’s see what you can do.” I rushed the first goblin. One clean cut. Its head popped off before it even squealed. That sound, the slice, tight, fast, beautiful. My knees almost buckled. The other three scrambled, screaming. I didn’t even hear them right. All I heard was the hum of steel as it cut through the air again. Slash. Another goblin folded open, guts spilling. Warm spray hit my cheek. I didn’t care.

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

"War is still raging on Olympus, and the gods are struggling to protect the humans. They required my return in order to chronicle the events that occurred. I have one piece of advise for you, goblin: I hope you have a good life. You're an elf, and being a leprechaun is a punishment. This is an unbreakable law; only when you meet your bride will all your old grievances be forgotten." I appreciated this god's words; he is perhaps the deity I respect the most, because he never stuffs me with fairy stories or awful desserts, like the other Gods do. I saluted the deity and went away, hoping that this "Bonjour" bookshop would become a memorable memory in my mind, but once it's a memory, it's only

He chuckled with amusement, playfully pulling on the thing’s ears as though he were considering ripping it off as she shrieked louder, looking at everything but the ugly beast’s face. I shrugged, smiling a smile full of teeth instead. “A little hate’s good for the munchiket Gobar,” I drawled, turning to face the rest of the gang as they finished off more of the screaming villagers and set fire to their homes. “It's really happening, the awakening,” Gobar gloated, looking up at the thick fumes of grey smoke that rose high enough in the clear sky that it was sure to be spotted by the Stone Castle guards. “Come on, let's get out of here!” The dark descendant rumbled, leaping up the walls at inc

And they were going to pay with their blood. At last, Clint rounded on the final goblin who'd attacked them. Their grey, slate-like skin was natural to the underground cities where the goblins preferred to live. "W-wait!" the goblin screeched in her familiar, high-pitched whine. "My liege!" Damon stopped. His haunches raised, every hair on his body on end, he stared down at the small goblin who'd come here. Defied him. Attacked him.

It only drew blood, and with a pained expression, I watched the liquid fill the goblet. Horror fills my eyes as she skitters over to where the alpha wolf is, stabbing his side and adding his blood to mine. Then she finishes her incantation by raising the goblet to the sky. The sea waves still and silence takes over right after she finishes chanting. The sound of a pin being dropped could be heard now. The Slayers' eyes are wide as Sinai approaches them with the goblet, handing it over to them. One after the other, they all drink the blood and I notice when something shifts in them. I notice when the power floats through their veins, fortifying them.

“We’ll discover what gifts you inherited. But first, you need to know how to defend against magical attacks. Witches and vampires both use spells, and you need to be able to counter them.” I absorbed this, another piece of the puzzle falling into place. I wasn’t just a werewolf. I was something more complex, something that straddled multiple worlds. “I’m ready,” I said. “I know you are.” Elena started toward the cabin. “Rest tonight. Tomorrow gets harder.” I laughed. “You say that every night.” “And every night, I’m right.” That night, I sat with my mother’s journal, watching new words appear on the pages. My darling Aria,