Goblincore Book Novels & Stories

I flipped a page. More of the same. I didn’t understand any of it. I was about to close it when something caught my eye. A drawing. Different from the others. It looked like… A creature. My breath caught. It wasn’t like anything I had seen before. It looked human… but not. There were lines coming from its back. Like wings. But not wings. Something sharper. Something… alive. I stared at it longer than I should have. Something about it made my chest feel tight.

Then I remembered something old, information as old as I was. “If your theory is correct, the goblins' thirst for thievery is due to the power of magic. They don't just consolidate their powers from the earth; they steal from energy, and jewelry containing great emotional charge is like an injection of power for them,” I said calmly, and Biel nodded. If that was true, we were in serious trouble. “Something about those elves didn't feel normal,” Nadine said, and I saw her shiver. At that moment her mother appeared between us.

“That choice lies with your ruler. I was taking the blade back to him – to all of you – so that it may be placed with Volnar Nev’s remains as is your custom.” The bull-like head leaned closer, looming over Andric ominously. “You know much about our culture, Grenyaar. Again I ask, why do you seek us out?” “An alliance, as I said. It may not be apparent in your lands as yet, but war is coming. The Goblins have organized and have been raiding villages in our land. We believe there is Dark Magic behind it, for they have allied themselves with magic users not of the Na’Himara. In time it is likely that they will seek to augment their forces with other races, those who are actively hostile to the

I knew, the moment I laid eyes on her again, that something had been awoken within her. I don’t know if I’m concerned, excited or kind of numb by the realisation, but I do know that I read about those traits in one place, and one place only. The Dragon Chronicles, or ‘pamphlet’ as Gabe called it, and now the name has stuck. Gabe and Hunter will never be trusted to name anything, because the names they give most things are either dripping with sarcasm or unnecessarily vulgar.

Lixue asked as if she could read his bodyguard's mind. "Yes, he is not a human being like us, he is different, he is disguised as a human being," G.M said to Lixue. "Did you scan him?" Lixue asked. "Yes, lady Lixue it's him!" G.M answered and showed something from his hand. "He's a fairy, he's not a demon," Lixue replied and just laughed. "Ah..he is different from the devil and evil spirits, there is a fairy living here in your condo," G.M said and removed what he saw from his hand.

"War is still raging on Olympus, and the gods are struggling to protect the humans. They required my return in order to chronicle the events that occurred. I have one piece of advise for you, goblin: I hope you have a good life. You're an elf, and being a leprechaun is a punishment. This is an unbreakable law; only when you meet your bride will all your old grievances be forgotten." I appreciated this god's words; he is perhaps the deity I respect the most, because he never stuffs me with fairy stories or awful desserts, like the other Gods do. I saluted the deity and went away, hoping that this "Bonjour" bookshop would become a memorable memory in my mind, but once it's a memory, it's only

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

She narrowed her eyes slightly at Abby and I remembered that Kora had the same mind-reading ability as Hex and figured that’s what she was doing. Kora inhaled deeply before responding to her, “Sure,” with a smile and nod. Abby pushed the potted oak tree into my hands and went to grab another pot to put some of the soil in. She was like a kid in a candy shop who had grabbed a plastic bag and was about to fill it with all the gummy candies, only she was a grown woman, who was a demon, playing with earth's soil.

I whisper. “-yeah, Fable are also caught up in it. But the web isn’t just in our time. It’s like… chains, or a promise, a song, bloodlines, something that goes across years, centuries, binding, you together… it’s… god, I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to describe this stuff. But it started a long time ago, I can feel that. It’s old. Really, really old. And it’s coming for you. It’s been chasing you all through time, and it keeps on catching up with you. Bad things happen when it does.” I feel the hairs rise up on the back of my neck.