Goblin Sword Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

"The Ghost Sword has been in the Gardner family for years, and no one has been able to go against its aura of decay. I'd be careful if I were you, or you'd become a pile of rotting flesh that even flies wouldn't go near." "It is pretty impressive," Wilbur said with a smile. "It'll make a fine sacrifice, actually." "What did you say?" "You won't get it, you piece of garbage," said Wilbur calmly. Cyrus was furious. He disappeared into the air, and dozens of blades appeared behind Wilbur. Wilbur sneered coldly. His thunder cleaver hissed and cracked, as he spun around and swung the cleaver over.

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.

Almost immediately, he reported, “Master, Ghulik found another chest with the same sigil over here. Ghulik can’t smell what’s inside either.” Gildeon glanced at the goblin. The two-foot creature stood on a small barrel wrapped in a net, pointing its sharp nail at a large crate covered by a worn cloth in the room's far corner. Gildeon moved to cross over, but the sylph swiftly stepped into his path, swinging his sword in a wide arc. Gildeon ducked just in time, feeling the rush of air as the blade passed over his head. He surged forward, ramming his shoulder into the warrior's chest. The sylph grunted, staggering back into a stack of crates, which splintered with a sharp crack.

Just black tendrils and a voice like cracked glass. “Moon Queen’s Hounds,” it hissed. “Die where she once stood.” Kala moved first. Her eyes flared ruby-red. Her fangs bared. And in the blink of an eye—she was gone. Or rather, blurring, moving faster than air, her form shifting into dozens of afterimages as she carved her way through the first goblin wave. Her sword glowed violet as she spun through them, slicing with eerie grace. Goblins fell in pairs. Heads rolled. Mist exploded in sparks.

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you

The three of us just returned home after I went and meet the dismantler to dismantle the goblin general. Goblins aren’t that uncommon, so apart from the magic stone inside their body, they wouldn’t provide much profit. However, the goblin general is an A-rank monster. Its skin is sturdy enough to be made into an armour, and its fangs and horns are resilient enough to be made into arrowheads or daggers. And it is informed that they would always bear a B-rank Mana stone inside their body. Carter nodded, although slowly. “I am.” He then paused.

As Minos spread his arms to motion the length of the sword, the drow lurched her head forward snarling at him, surprising both him and the kids gathered behind him. "Whoah!" The young noble pulled back and motioned for the children to step back as well. "See that, kids? Come on, step away, don't come in close or she'll bite you, then you'll turn into little werewolves." Minos faced the children and placed his fingers over his head to imitate wolf ears, he bared his teeth and playfully chased them away. Some of the little children ran off laughing, others, including Robb, stayed holding on to their bellies. "They took it from me," the drow rasped, "The wizards from that ugly tower. They dragg