Goblincore Book Novels & Stories

“Yes, it’s time you are marked as an official member.” “Yeah, Dad’s gift is cool and all, but I got you something that is just for us,” Kai states as he repeats Dad's move with the shadows. When his shadows disappear, there is a black book with old-looking pages. “It’s a blood-bound journal that only we can use. I figured it would be cool for us to keep in touch while you are in the human realm.” “Thank you, Kai,” I reply with a smile, taking the book in my free hand.

But perhaps, I was wrong. Years ago, when I’d first paid a visit to the pack library, I’d found a book that felt more like a bedtime story. But one part stuck with me. The part about goblins called ‘red caps.’ After every kill, they’d soak their caps in the blood of their victims. Their caps stood as a trophy, something to remind them how dangerous they were. Unknowingly, that might have been what this book became. I tossed it into the fire. Watching the flames eat up the pages till there was nothing but ashes left.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

At her very young age, Amara Fairoza wishes to see one. "The Goblin's never been dead. Do you see how sad the sky is? When the Goblin is sad, the clouds cry." said by the same old woman when Amara was seven. "It's raining cats and dogs. Maybe, he's sad waiting for his bride to save him." still the old woman when she was ten. Amara learned most about goblins and other creatures from the streets and the walls. Books were limited in their humble town. According to the books, goblins were cruel beings. They abused their power and made the people suffer. All they wanted was to be the wealthiest and be the most powerful creature. It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemi

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

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.

The employees obeyed, intimidated by their supervisors' tone. Godric stared at the pair before speaking. "You are not human—who are you?" Time and movement around them came to a halt. "I'm not an evil fairy, and I have relatives who are greedy for power. Raiden knows who I am," the woman said, while the man beside her nodded. Godric grabbed both of their hands, and the three of them immediately let go. "Is there any evil demon or spirit lingering around here?" Godric asked. "To be honest, angel, there are many evil spirits outside that cannot cross over above. They want to cross, but here inside the Liao Firm, there is a spirit wandering around. I'm just not sure whether it's good or evil,"

"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