Greedy Goblin Novels & Stories

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.

A wound appeared on her side and he'd done that. He growled in triumph, but it was short-lived as the goblin threw herself at him. As much as he outweighed her, she had momentum on her side. He held onto her, his talons digging into her as his other warm went down to break his fall. The goblin stole a glance behind him and growled. "Stop!" a voice sounded from the doorway. ***

None of it registered. My pulse kicked up a notch when I noticed Jocelyn’s name was blue, as opposed to the black type. It was a link—a modern day portal giving me access to the all the answers to my questions. All I needed to do was touch it. Apprehensively, my finger hovered over her name. Before I could activate the link, I recalled something Deloris said.

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

she laughed rubbing his hair, scattering it's perfect arrangement. (You smell very nice) "Grazie mamma" The two walked down the staircase majestically to their father. Angelo scowled when his eyes met theirs, Benedettas hand tightly in the arms of her son. Angelo had grown with so much love from his father, even with little to no money, he still seemed to be happy with his family, but once he was brought to the compound, he loses all that love and focuses on Greed and envy.

Somehow, it felt different, though. “What’s going on?” I called upon the System desperately. This time, it emerged. “A group of rogue players helped her. They wanted to use her to get revenge on the Core System and destroy everything here.” The grand plan sounded horrifying, but nothing much came out of it. Met with my skepticism, the System grew upset. “They had prior exposure to the Core System’s energy, so they spent years in research and development to find a way to neutralize the power. If they hadn’t picked a silly character who was obsessed with love, they might have succeeded.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Even her sobbing stopped. At that moment, a white car slowly pulled up to the company entrance. The window rolled down, revealing Damien’s stern face. Clearly, he had grown impatient and had his driver pull in directly. His gaze swept over the immobilized car, over Noah drenched in sweat, the tearful Winnie, before finally landing on me holding a box. Damien frowned, his expression darkening. “Mr. Anderson, is this how your company receives guests?” His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a heavy pressure.

He looks amused but eventually, he smiled again. "You are eye-catching. But don't worry, I don't do hookups, If I like a girl, I'll be loyal asf" I smirk upon hearing his remarks "Don't play mind games on me, Mister! I'm way better than a player!" I said with a devilish smile. Men will always be men. They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want.