Goblins Terraria Novels & Stories

Hikaru POV As I quietly crept down the path toward the noise, I heard it more clearly. It sounds like the laughter of many goblins over the cries of girls. The path then became a ledge that when further down, over the ledge was a huge open area filled with Goblins holding young girls down and raping them. (There are no female goblins, they reproduce by catching and raping women.) Damn! There's a lot of them! But I better hurry before those girls are mentally broken. Suddenly a familiar voice and figure came into the room.

Goblins were greedy creatures who craved treasure and gold, both of which the Silvan Clan had and what the goblins wished to steal. Other than goblins, orcs and trolls also resided on the Murky Mountain, but rarely did these three races intangle with each other, or at least that should be the case. The boy elf leaped and paused when he spotted a goblin and orc walking together. Suspicious of the pair, he signaled to his partner for them to follow the pair.

So it's true then she thought. The knight goblins. A huge powerful armored, creepy humanoid, unlike the ordinary goblin who was small, black-hearted humanoids that lair in despoiled dungeons and other dismal settings and individually weak, they gather in large numbers to torment other creatures. However, the armored knight goblins were the opposite. They were massive, with vicious red eyes, six to seven-foot-tall battle-scarred goblins with black skin and fire erupting from their eyes, they were worshiped not out of adoration but fear.

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.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“Has he been around living humans?” “Not that I’m aware of. His basement is off limits for workers and volunteers since Gina started bringing kids in, security keeps visitors away and the access to the tunnels is blocked with an iron door only a couple of us have the key to.” “Blocked to living humans, not to entities.” Brett twisted his mouth in a doubtful grimace. “I don’t think he ventures there. You see, there’s a really dark aggressive entity down there.” “Skippy,” I said, nodding. “The guy who attacks women. Investigators play the challenge of spending ten minutes down there in the dark. Seen several videos about that.”

They ate and kept eating until they were full. They laid on the floor and rested like they haven’t done in a long time. Then suddenly, the ground rumbled. They bolted outside not wanting the building to crash on their heads. A dozen goblins stood before them—giants in silver armor, easily three times their size. Their skin was like tarnished bronze, their eyes yellow with slit pupils. Their weapons were brutal: serrated axes, spiked clubs, twisted spears. The one in front bore tusks curved like sabers.