Goblin Slayer Unmasked Novels & Stories

Andrea shrugged the feeling off and tried to pack her hair in a bun as it was already dripping with the rain water. As soon as she settled in and started moving, two men in black who had cameras in hand stumbled on eachother. "Fuck you Gray, why do you always try to get on me everytime we are on a field mission." The redhead with a pair of glasses groaned as he tried to push Gray off of him. His name was Kelvin. Kelvin's glasses had a crack on the left one of the two thick frames and on a closer look, one would know that it had been there for long.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Over the years, he had assisted this individual in procuring various oddities, some genuinely unique and others seemingly absurd from his perspective. Unperturbed by the nature of the task, he cared only for the reward it promised, prompting him to accept the job without hesitation. And so, he found himself in this desolate place, embarking on a mission to pilfer an item coveted by numerous governments. How intriguing, he mused, peering through the crevice. Night had descended upon the ruins. After devouring a meager meal, he closed his eyes, seeking a brief respite. Hours later, he stirred from his slumber. Rising to his feet, he retrieved a face mask and a small, curved blade from his bag,

I couldn’t lose it before the real danger even began. But as the first illusion stepped onto the path, a shadow with teeth, eyes glowing red, I knew the Gauntlet had only just woken up. And so had I. The shadow lunged, and for half a heartbeat, I thought it was just another trick of the Gauntlet, an illusion meant to scare us into turning on each other. But when Elias’s rune-flame scorched across its chest, the figure screamed like a man, not a phantom, and collapsed into the dirt. Its cloak caught fire, burning away to reveal armor beneath. Not student robes. Not enchanted constructs. Armor that gleamed wrong in the moonlight, silver, threaded with dark veins that caught and held the glow l

If I tell you something and you don’t like it, try to consider my reasoning, know that it means everything to me to find someone like me, that I can talk to. Tilly is the only person who knows what I am. But she doesn’t want to know the day to day, the details. Sure, others at work know I’ve killed, they know what the job is and they do it too. But I am not a killer by trade, I am a killer because it is what I am.” “A monster,” I said. “I’m a fucking monster…” He looked at me for a good minute. “Not if you do it my way,” he said.

This creature was called a Green Goblin. Once the dead goblin fell onto the ground its body was engulfed in crimson flames that swallowed it whole. The flames lit up the dark environment, and several other burnt up corpses could be seen littered all around the place. The corpse of the beast was quite tough, for it took more than three seconds for it to burn up completely. And this was a magnificent feat considering that Mane’s flames couldn’t be handled by anyone below the Earth Realm. The goblin was only a Middle Class Magical Beast, but its tough skin made it almost impossible for Thrashers to kill it. Added to the fact that they attacked in huge numbers and had pretty excellent teamwork,

“Yes...that’s it. Show the Unnamed more!” He lunged at Tony, his book in front of him. The shadow dissolved into his cloak and a new mask appeared, a skull. The scythe reappeared in his hand and he rushed at Tony with killing intent. He easily sidestepped him, catching his hand and forcing a fist into the cloak. “The Unnamed has seen enough.”, he said released a pulse of energy into him. The cloak burst and the masks tried escaping. Tony appeared in front of them. “Sword of the shard: Cleaver of the Heavens.”

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

Gavin stepped away from her, staring at her intently as he stood by my side. “So, you are the leader of the Slayers?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “You were doing all this because it’s what your family wanted? You’re a vampire?” “Does that really surprise you, Gavin darling?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest. “Tell me who you are,” Gavin growled. “Unmask yourself.” “Oh, but that ruins all the fun. I enjoy watching you two squirm.” I couldn’t stand it anymore; I wasn’t going to stand by and watch her torment him any longer. I needed to know who this monster was once and for all.

No birds or ranged attacks will work because the goblin elite army spent the rest of winter gearing up. Standing on the front line, the hobgoblins in padded armour that looked too small to cover them fully impatiently swung their maces and battleaxes. With a magician accompanying them, fully focused on holding up a defensive barrier against projectiles, they would not be defeated like the last time. The goblin lord ordered all soldiers to only attack while remaining within the barrier’s radius. Anyone who passed the barrier’s protection would not be assisted even if the enemies attacked them.