Goblincore Book Novels & Stories

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

he answered beaming at me, he didn't look as scary and intimidating as creepy guy but there was still something sinister and off about him, "A very long time?" I repeated shakily, "Yes, so just feel at home" he replied chuckling,walking away before I could say anything, why do I feel like I am going to pay for the crimes of Katelyn. ~~~~

My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt. I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—dozens at first, then hundreds, their black, ashy skin glowing faintly under the pale light. They hated sorcerers, always had. Unlike the White Goblins, these creatures were pure hostility. They formed a ring around me, baring teeth, hissing threats. One stepped forward—taller than the others, a crooked crown on his head. His voice slithered through the air like poison.

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its

My heart skipped a beat as I stepped inside, my lips parting in awe. The library. A bright smile stretched across my face as I took in the endless bookshelves surrounding me. It felt like a dream. My toes curled in excitement as I stepped deeper inside, the smell of old books filling my senses. I'd never seen this many books in one place before. "Who even reads all of these?" I murmured to myself, running my fingers over the spines of the ancient texts. Certainly not that rascal, Abaddon… or did he? Minutes turned into hours, and I lost track of time. By then, I had settled onto the floor, my legs drawn to my chest as I flipped through the pages of a worn-out book that had caught my attentio

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.