Hobgoblin Iron Shadow Novels & Stories

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

Goosebumps prickled my skin as I watched the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls. Before we could fully comprehend the situation, a figure emerged from the shadows—a cloaked figure with piercing eyes that seemed to hold the weight of ancient secrets. The intruder's voice echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. "I am the Harbinger of Shadows," the figure declared, their voice laced with both authority and a touch of malevolence. "Your victory over the Shadow Lord was but the beginning. A new darkness is rising, and you shall play a crucial role in the battle to come."

The wind died. The moment the Shadowborn stepped into the circle of Ironroot Stones, even the trees held their breath. Racheal stood between Jaxon and Kade, her hands glowing with faint moonlight. But that light trembled—threatened by the presence now stalking toward them with unnatural grace. The creature was wrapped in a cloak of ash and bone, but its form wasn’t solid. It shifted—sometimes man, sometimes wolf, sometimes something in between. Its eyes were black pits, rimmed with flickers of crimson. No soul. No bond. No mercy.

The impact knocked the air from my lungs, but I didn’t stay down. I rolled onto my feet just as the creature emerged from the shadows. It was massive—larger than any normal wolf—with blackened fur and hollow, glowing red eyes. Shadowborn weren’t alive in the way other creatures were. They were twisted, corrupted by dark magic. More of them slithered out from the trees, their movements unnatural and jerky, as if their bodies were being controlled by something unseen. They had been waiting for me. I had walked straight into their trap.

I snapped, giving the skinhead that stood at the entrance to the cell a sideline glance, not bothering to cover the long phallus tower of my cock when his eyes strayed to my groin. “Y-Your Majesty, It’s Gobar...he’s uh...here to see you,” Hagrid gritted, and something in his tone made me turn to stare him in the eye, hissing when he maintained eye contact before he snapped his gaze away. Gobar. The dark Shadowling Mage that had pledged his allegiance to me what felt like centuries ago. He had seen something in the Burning City...Something he thought he could use, binding me by oath to give it to him when he had worked long enough.

I roared. ​The Iron Sentinels, finally freed from the mimicry by the mirror’s clarity, moved with mechanical lethality. They raised their blades, the blue fire in their chests turning into a blinding, electrical arc that slammed into the shadow. The impact threw me back, my head hitting the rusted metal with a sickening thud. I watched, dazed, as the shadow was pinned between the blades and the mirror. It was thrashing, trying to find a gap in the resonance, but the inversion field was holding. It was a prison of pure truth, and the lie could not survive the exposure. ​“Why are you still here?” I wondered aloud. My mind raced through the variables. “Why did you not flee when the gate in the

The shadow was the Spirit Tool of the Celestial Abode. In modern terms, it would be something akin to an artificial intelligence robot. Though it was not a living being, it had a consciousness, which allowed him to converse with humans. The shadow looked at them once more and shook its head slightly while sighing, “It appears that Master must have set the designated time wrongly. Who the hell are these people? With how weak they are, how are they qualified to obtain his inheritance?”

Chastine was frightened for his life. “I’ll be fine. Poison don’t really work well against me.” Vigilantly panting, he continued, “they must’ve sensed the shadowcasting presence from before.” “H-how?” “Beats me. You should know co'z you’re a witborn, ah!” Juste winced from his other wound, a small shrapnel embedded in his left shoulder blade. He removed it, shaking and with effort. Shadowcasting is a taboo art developed by the fellhounds. It’s akin to the dark arts that bloodhunts are capable of.

The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest as the dried leaves were crushed underneath their boots. The poachers were turning their heads here and there, wanting to make sure that they were not missing any spot that the sable, furry wolf could not be hiding away from them. Their leader harrumphed loudly as he stomped his foot on the ground. “Anything? Anything at all?” he asked his crew—the very people that he trusted to bring the big, black wolf to his feet as he paid them to do

I explored the cave… slowly marched inside with all my senses in alert… I raised the lances and spears using my [Telekinesis] and prepared to launch the attack any moment now… I also brought with me two shields that are too levitating around me in case I need to block an attack… Upon reaching a certain cave room, the goblins inside found out about my presence and let out a war cry ready to attack inside the dim lighted cave A dozen goblins, estimated number, nine cave goblins and three hobgoblins… The hobgoblins are a higher grade of goblins, if goblins reach a certain level they would grow in size and in mass and somewhat become a little bit more intelligent and could easily be mistaken fo