Goblins Wood Novels & Stories

A quick sweep of the room caught sight of more goblins perched on long, creaking ladders, shelving books twice their height with the grim efficiency of undertakers arranging coffins. Goblins thrived underground — pale skin, large eyes, and a general disdain for the sun. This place felt like their natural habitat. Yasha and Rurik led me to the front desk lit by a single candle. My gaze snagged immediately onto the goblin’s dome-shaped head, slick and reflective, and that disproportionately long, pointed nose. Little wire-frame glasses perched halfway down it, casting hooked shadows across his deeply lined face. When his dark, slanted eyes — utterly devoid of white — snapped up to mine, someth

The five of us were trapped inside a magical net capable of nullifying our powers. “Shit,” Aris said angrily. Suddenly it began to shake, and goblins came out of the ground. They were different from the goblins that helped us in the wasteland; these ones looked smaller. Once they were all below us, one of them began to laugh. I knew right away that he was the leader. “This loot is very powerful,” the goblin said. “I wonder what we can do with them.” The goblins started laughing, and suddenly I saw my mother in the background.