Goblin Slayer Read Novels & Stories

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

he asked nicely. “It was horrible. Everyone at school called me a murderer and made me feel like I did it. Did I kill my parents?” Ivy asked, hoping he would tell her if she did it. “Ivy, I don’t think you killed your parents. I know you didn’t,” he said, standing up and pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I found this while cleaning up some of the mess,” he said, handing it to her. It was a letter and had blood on it. Ivy read it over and looked at him. “What is a Shadow Dweller?”

I didn’t get a chance to reply before the first vampire minion leapt out at me. My body took over and my sword came down in one swift motion and sliced into the vampires torso. The vampire let out an inhumane scream before fire engulfed its clothes in an inferno. Before I could watch it fall to the ground, the next one was on to me, leaping onto my back. Its hand circled tightly around my throat trying to cut off my air supply. I lash out my sword at another vampire who loomed up before me, before forcing my elbow back and with all my might jabbing it in the stomach, but it make no difference, it held fast. I had to do something and quickly, the other three vampires were gaining on us. Wrapp

However, his throat was thirsty for blood. “What have you done to me, My Lord?” Something was shifting inside him. His senses were tingling dangerously. He could hear everything - especially Asumu’s heavy breathing - he could see everything, he could feel every emotion emerge from his body. Thick drops of sweat began to flow down Asumu’s forehead. Something was different. His opponent was a goblin. Goblins lived a solitary life, far from humans. Usually, they lived in groups. Rare to see a singular existence.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

Too fast. “You’re learning, huh?” he taunted. A lone bookshelf caught the stray flame and ignited instantly, fire tearing through the books. Gildeon snapped his will into it, snuffing the blaze from the shelf and his arm. Only then did it hit him that this was the worst place to be throwing fire around. Ghulik didn’t waste the opening. He lunged in, claws flashing, and swiped at Gildeon’s face. Even with his scales hardening in time, the goblin’s claws raked across his jaw, deep enough to sting.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Mike asked. "Tink find dirty book," the goblin whispered. Picking it up, she opened the pages and turned it around. In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouth of a pair of women on the ground beneath him.

he said. Which would not be long, if Keyla’s estimate was accurate. Charging toward the Goblin nearest him, Randey was pleased when the Goblin blade he held did not shatter as he swung at the creature. Their blades collided loudly, but both remained intact. The Goblin looked first surprised and then angry at realizing Randey wielded one of their swords, but his anger was cut short when Randey used that blade to slice open his midsection before slamming the Styrha dagger into his back when he doubled over. Randey yanked the Obsidian blade free, gazing at the Goblin sword he held and feeling a bizarre surge of tingles from it. Momentarily dizzy, he made himself step back from the fight. Almost