Greedy Goblin Novels & Stories

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.

“If you’re this short of money, sell something off. Why do you need to cheat an honest person?” They surrounded me and refused to reason with me. After all, they were Emerald’s relatives. Who else would they side with? I stared at everyone as I enunciated each and every word, “The wedding gift I received is only worth 8,800 dollars. Hence, I’m not returning 880,000 dollars to them. “Regardless of whether you want to check my bank statement or call the police, I’ll see it through to the end either way.” Amelia abruptly kicked me to the floor.

"Looks like this kid needs time to recover." The goddess Persephone smiled as she looked at Aubrey, who was unconscious, "He's been working so hard lately, his strength seems to have run out. Has something happened recently?” The goddess was asking me about Aubrey's problems, but I couldn't concentrate myself. Greedius already has half of Elena's soul, meaning that if he has Aubrey's soul, he has the ability to rise and defeat all the gods. Greedius is a demon of greed, it can satisfy any human desire and if it rules the world, the world will return to a chaotic time when the faith and kindness of Humans disappear, people are willing to kill each other to protect their rights. Really terribl

The rest of their buddies shriek in terror and back away, knowing they're in for something similar. "That's it," Alec says, his eyes shining with excitement. "We can use the gravity to our advantage." "How?" I ask, still trying to catch my breath. "We can use the small rocks as projectiles. They'll hit the goblins with the force of a boulder." Alec starts picking up small rocks, nothing larger than his thumb. "Got it. I'll do the same." I follow suit, grabbing the first rock I can lift. Still using my extra strength, we start throwing the pebbles with all our might. They fly through the air, hitting the goblins with a satisfying thud. The monsters scream and fall back, disappearing into the

And sneaking out of this place was not possible with Luther's men, who always patrolled the perimeter of the mansion. I didn't know how many people live in this place or people did really exist here. Because all I could see was Luther's human robots who were human but acted like a machine. They didn't laugh, smile, and talk. Only the thing they usually did was obey Luther's orders. If Luther wanted them to eat, they would eat. If Luther wanted them to sit, they would sit. I wondered If they urinated only after his order?

The people inside the carriage, along with the coachmen, shared a look with each other. “Young miss, did you not see that horned goblin?” The coachmen replied, also with a question. I glanced back at the goblin group. Now that I see it, I saw one of the goblins being bigger than the rest. Its colour is the same as the other goblins, but it has a pair of horns on its forehead. “That goblin is the goblin general, namely smarter than a normal goblin. Although we have some adventurers here, but we can’t win against that one.” The coachman added.

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

With the odds constantly stacked against him as a leader in this dungeon, how can he lead his team out of these floors? Goblin brutes were tougher than hobgoblins. They were physically stronger and had more stamina, even if they weren’t very smart. Goblin brutes were specialised goblins with a bloodline gift to ignore all injury and fatigue in berserker mode. They were more dangerous than regular hobgoblins because goblin brutes could take down catapults with sheer force. A group of brutes could easily break through the tough stronghold stone wall, compromising Stoneberry Keep’s defences.

"We've been expecting you." "You know me?" "Everyone knows you." The goblin turned, revealing a face that was all angles and avarice. "The human who ate the Maw. The heir who came back from the dead. The man who brought an army of wolves to Manhattan." He smiled, showing teeth that had been filed to points. "You're the most interesting thing to happen to this city in decades." "I'm flattered." "You should be. Interesting things get killed quickly around here." The goblin stepped forward, extending a hand that was slightly too long. "I am Grimshaw. Senior Partner of the Commerce Guild. And you, Mr. Sterling, have something we want."