Gritty Goblin Games Novels & Stories

The bartender comes with my drink and a glass of water and he places it in front of us. “Here you go, sir.” He says and I don’t respond. Robyn turns to the bartender and says. “Thank you.” The bartender nods and leaves. “You know, Mr. Gray…” she smirks, leaning forward as she whispers into my ear, “You’re in luck. I like to play games too and I like them dirty, rough, and… hard,” she purrs, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck as she bites my earlobe.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

But not without side whispers, curious about the woman that came with the devil tycoon. The suffocating feeling in my chest had not fully settled. My gown tangled up with my heels and I stumbled forward. “Slow”. His grip on me tightened instantly, pulling me back to my side before I fell. As we got to the empty space, I felt someone coming behind us. Clap! clap! clap. “ I must say Congratulations to you”. I turned to the sickly disgusting voice and saw Vincenzo staring at me wide eyed, smiling, as he continued. “The game was such a good one. It's been a while since I've had so much fun. Or what do you think, Miss Grey?”.

The typing dots lingered. Bad Boy: Guide me? To where? Your God? Or your bedroom? My stomach dropped. I clenched my thighs together under the table, fighting the rush that pooled low in my belly. Gloria: Don’t be disrespectful. This isn’t a game. Bad Boy: Everything’s a game, pastor’s wife. Some people just too holy to admit they like to play. I sucked in air, my heart thrumming painfully. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t like the brothers in church who lowered their gaze, who bowed with Yes ma, No ma.

Or at least how deep down a rabbit hole he would go with this subject. He'd talked to his friends and they agreed that the goblins had to be exposed. If it meant they as gargoyles would be exposed, well that was collateral damage. He and his fellow owners of a nightclub, Grotesque, along with their friends at Foley Security who were gargoyles married to fairies, could no longer fight this battle alone. The needed the help of the normies, those without any supernatural powers.

He was about to say ‘my friends. “Gairoshi is a phrase from the old language of Apharoth. It means grit for glory,” explained Chaos. A strong wind blew outside the tent and some of the cold breeze got in. Carysse knew she felt the icy air but also felt it from her insides. It was like Gairoshi was a bad omen.

So much for a coordinated attack. Kids screaming not knowing what to do. I run in and take out my gun and shoot a wolf in the head that has john pinned. John looks over and nods in thanks and pushes the wolf off him. I shoot a few more wolves I don't recognise and every one of them drop. Wolfsbane laced bullets. A werewolves kryptonite. As I'm going around shooting when I need, I turn around just in time to see my mother's head being torn from her body.

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."