Goblin Wife Novels & Stories

“Thank you very much.” “She will never guess his name,” Aurien told me under his breath. “Goblin names are in the goblin tongue and constructed of syllables from both parents and grandparents, therefore unique to the individual. That is why the goblin does not protest, he knows that whilst Akyran has given the appearance of mediation to appease his mother and brother, it is not to his detriment. In three years, he will get the girl, uncontested.” “That is… cruel,” I whispered, sorry for the girl.

Germaine could not take her eyes off the creature that stood in front of them. Zar turned to their party and began introductions. "This is Kalo." A female goblin appeared beside him. "And this is Moka. They are mated as well as the keepers of the goblin race." Germaine looked from the dwarf-like creatures and back to Zar. She did not know what to make of the situation. If Zar was a goblin, then how come he was the direct opposite of how these two looked? Questions swam in her mind, and eyes as well, because as Keratin loosened his hold around her waist to move forward and shake the goblins, Zar used that opportunity to stand beside her and whisper into her ear. "I'll explain later."

he exclaimed which made Cypher Kurt shocked because of Shin;s father sudden outburst. “Then since you do not even care where your wife is and that you obvious have no intention of looking for her in the first place. So, let me tell you this, your wife is at the hospital right now, recuperating because she has been abducted a week ago and obviously tortured by those who have kidnapped her! She is still unconscious now and we don’t know when she will wake up. You are here enjoying yourself while your wife is suffering, you fucking bastard!” that is what Shawn Ferrell yelled at his face and at that moment Cypher Kurt froze on his position and not to mention the fact that all the words that he h

"I'm not going to do anything. You see, goblins don't have any females in their ranks. They procreate by breeding with other females of different species, and like I said before I lost a lot of good soldiers today and I need to grow my army. You might not be able to produce any children yet, but I doubt that they won't try to have their way with you. For now, we will just keep you alive until you can. The other women here have been producing young goblins for us for a while now." Fenrir couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'This is fucked up on so many levels. If I don't save her, she is going to be tortured. But there are too many for me to take on. There must be at least fifty goblins her

The church erupted in smiles and nods, but inside her, unease coiled like smoke refusing to rise. August squeezed her hand. His palm was warm, firm, as if to anchor her to him. She returned the grip, though her fingers trembled slightly. The priest smiled broadly. “Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The words seemed to seal her fate. The applause that followed was thunderous—hand claps, ululations, the metallic rhythm of spoons clinking on bottles, and the shrill voices of aunties shouting blessings in Igbo. The choir launched into a celebratory hymn as August lifted her veil and pressed his lips to hers.

The goblin demanded an explanation from Celea but before she could say anything any further their conversation was interrupted by a very anxious husband " My darling don't listen to this imposter she is saying that to trick you. I'm telling you" He was now trying to somehow stop whatever may come out of this situation " YOU SHUT UP I'M DEALING WITH YOU LATER!" angrily shouted the wife to her husband while Celea was looking at the drama making some funny shocked facial expression at their conversation " Tell me more" This time the goblin was looking at Celea expecting the answers she wanted " Of course"

"Tink can just go." "Well, hold on." The gears in his mind were turning. "If I take you as goblin wife, what about other people? Do we have to live down here?" "Goblin husband take many wives. Goblin wife no mind." "Okay. Well Tink, this was a fight for a goblin wife. Now you don't have to leave." Mike wanted to clap himself on the back, but he wanted to keep Tink pinned. "Fight for goblin wife not over," she told him. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she gently grabbed one of his hands and dragged it down to her breast. "Different kind of fight."

, he asks and finding no much words she short reply saying, "Never ever!" And with that he closes that distance also hovering over her frame and slowly his dark brown orbs started getting darker and darker mixing every emotion of his into it. His gaze got so intense on her that she felt nervous and wanted to hide away. Biting on her lower lip she hesitantly asked what and he smirked. "Just admiring my beautiful wife who is looking breathtaking in this red ball gown. And I the biggest fool noticed it just now", he said in a whispering tone making shivers run down her spine.

The goblin face lightens up "I wish to trade my life, for your wife's" Goblins face was filled with joy "Nooo!" Peur yelled "I love you sister, i hope you continue to be the great Alpha you are, please be happy, this is my choice, I want to make up for what I've done, I'm happy to do this". She closes her eyes, the Goblin grants her wish and his wife appears, he hugs her and give her plenty kisses. Peur slowly takes her sister hairpin, and mours her I really do feel bad, and yet I feel-

I rushed in the direction her scent came from, and the closer I got, the stronger and more addictive her scent became. "GABRIELLA!" My jaw dropped as I saw my wife. Her silver wolf radiated light, and a moon mark appeared on her forehead, stunning all of us. It was true; my wife was the Moon God Luna, and she had finally shifted into a she-wolf.