Greedy Goblin Novels & Stories

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t

Well not exactly abnormal but I have always found his head quite bigger than the rest of his body. He walks to the center and starts addressing us with a voice that sends chills at the back of my neck. "As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways."

It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemic. But according to the tales from the people living outside the Empire, goblins were just like human beings, they were only cruel to those who are cruel to them and were also good to those who are good to them. They were not scary and ugly as what the books said. "When my grandmother saw one, she was hypnotized by its beauty. She even told us how she fell in love with the Goblin when she first saw it. It was a very good-looking man who hides his face under a mask." said by the same old woman when Amara was fifteen.

She growled. "Oh, you must be mistaken! The only wish I have right now is to make a new friend! Preferably a girl, cool, medium length black hair with cooler white streaks, around 5'3, Looks that could kill, both metaphorically and literally, oh, and especially grumpy. I'm talking 'i-haven't-eaten-in-like-two-weeks-so-don't-you-dare-touch-me-or-i'm-having-you-for-dinner' kinda grumpy." He flashes her a bright smile. "So those are your last words?" She gave him a glare that was enough to make him flinch.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

-ZOYA- "Bogus! That girl is a liar and a spy. You must be one of our enemies that she's conspiring with." Castellan steps forward, jabbing his index finger at the stranger. His golden eyes droop with boredom. No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now.

I blurted out. "Is that a good or bad thing?" She smirked. "Considering I've known you one day and there's not a thing I wouldn't do for you, I'd say it's a bad thing." "That's not true." "Wanna bet?" I asked. "Five bucks says I'll do what you tell me to do right now." "Wow you really do have a gambling problem!" Jovie cackled. "I dare you to go take the sunglasses off of Hobbs's face."

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

And all Eliza could do was smile. … Red skin, a skull shorter than most humans, and a visage so horrible that one wonders who gave birth to it. The fact that these goblins were monsters created by the dungeon as opposed to being born of a creature was a blessing. Goblins mature swiftly, in a matter of months, and are typically weak and stupid. They are monsters that even the most inexperienced fighter can defeat. The only thing they can't be underestimated for is their short spawn time. They are a type of creature that will never go extinct in a dungeon, no matter how many of them are hunted by explorers, mercenaries, and knights. Additionally, the adventure association always seems to be in

With each step Chelsea heard the sloshing sounds of their boots against the wet ground , just ahead of them they could hear sounds of scampering and loud yells for help . They exchanged worried glances with each other and rushed in the direction of the voice . A little far away in a small opening , Lord Leopold Garcia was leaning against a tree , with a look of extreme terror on his face. He was surrounded by what Chelsea thought were goblins in loincloth at least they looked like Goblins - their skin was bottle green , they were stretching their long elongated fingers as if considering whether or not to put them around Lord Garcia 's throat and silence him altogether . Some of them were sni