Goblin Slayer Unmasked Novels & Stories

The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back. William swallowed against a lump in his throat and closed his eyes, unwilling to face the reality of what was to come. Sekhmet uncuffed his hands and allowed the silver to drop to the floor with a clang. He pulled the robe from William's shoulders, leaving his torso bare. William began to calculate the odds he could kill the six guards with him and get out of the castle with Paoli and Emily in tow. He was unarmed, but his wolf was vicious. He could be in wolf form far quicker than any of the others.

Replacing nobles while everyone celebrated. “No,” I admitted. “Your terrible plan is all we have.” Amon’s mouth curved slightly. “Stay alive. I’m rather attached to you.” “Same.” He moved before I could say anything else. His shadows exploded outward, filling the tunnel with absolute darkness. The Masqueraders stopped, their synchronized movement breaking as they tried to navigate the sudden blackness. I ran forward while they were disoriented, my blade already extended. The nearest Masquerader turned toward me, its human face contorting into something monstrous. Teeth where there shouldn’t be teeth. Eyes that reflected light like an animal’s.

He dropped. He hit the roof of the turbine station with the force of a meteor, the reinforced concrete buckling under his weight. He was a mountain of white-obsidian armor, his face hidden behind a mask that featured three glowing red slits. In his hand, he carried a "Resonance-Glaive"—a weapon that didn't just cut flesh, it severed the connection to the Void. "Target identified," the Kingslayer’s voice boomed—a sound of grinding gears and synthesized cold. "Zora Vane. The Anomalous. Execution protocol initiated."

He agrees but looks at the two suspiciously, as soon as he turns the corner, the masked singer appears and the elder brother stops him when he is about to enter the hospital room and says to him, “I don’t know why my sister collapsed in front of you. But I am also curious as to why you are the first man she has approached in ages, I believe you might be able to heal her psychological problems. So I will give you a chance tonight to take care of her and let’s see what will happen.” He nods his head and is about to enter but he stops him again and inquiries, “What is your name singer G?” He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ”

] she replies. [You’ll be cursed if you stay here. Don’t blame me for not warning you.] and he leaves the chat. “Weird people. That’s not how curses work.” After eating she moves her cursor to the close tab but the mouse freezes. The hand from the screen disappears and she looks carefully into the screen and sees a pair of eyes in the distance coming closer to the screen. “A… kappa?” [Author’s Note: ‘Kappa’ is also known as a ‘water goblin’ for those who didn’t know]

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

"Fools. You dare threaten me? I am Azanlin—the sun, the daylight, the fire beneath the earth. I am the Sorcerer King. Stand against me, and you’ll become ash." "You think words scare us?" one spat, stepping forward. "No," I said calmly. "But this will." With a swift flick of my staff, I summoned a freezing gust that howled like a banshee. Ice wrapped around the goblins, their shrieks cut short as their bodies froze mid-motion. I didn’t hesitate. My power surged and shattered them like glass. Their pieces scattered across the dark ground. Not a flicker of guilt touched me. That was their punishment—for underestimating me.

Then: “Ashen made contact with something—someone—beneath the Hollow. A god who was exiled when the wolf lines were first created. A deity of ruin. They called him The Maw.” “The Maw?” Kael echoed. “Why would she summon that?” “To burn everything down,” I whispered. The runes flared suddenly—gold to black. The ground trembled. And the air split. From the center of the triangle, a scream tore through the forest. Not beast. Not wolf. Something else. The trees shook. The moon dimmed. And a figure stepped from the darkness. Tall. Masked. Cloaked in tattered robes of shadow. The Maw.

She took them off and started polishing and removing the blood. Her watch lit up, brightening the room she was in. She looked over with a blank face and saw the notification for her new mission. Kill the mafia boss and she's free to leave the life of an assassin. She's supposed to be happy, but after being through so much, she just can't provide proper emotions. "One last kill..." What she didn't know was this would be a rollercoaster to hell. SOFT music began as agent Blood Moon got ready for the night she will commit her last kill. Putting on an eye-catching leather cherry red dress that hugs her figure and black heels that makes her four inches taller. A masquerade ball, she remembers. A

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa