Jareth The Goblin King From Labyrinth Novels & Stories

My world is a mapped out labyrinth. A seemingly impossible quest to find anything in the latter. Something so simple for others, but to me an unobtainable thing. Serenity, the one thing I yearn for since I can remember. Right in the centre of all the chaos and destruction, I dare to say, was brought upon me by my beloved ones. In a world as dark and cunning as mine one would think to take the first opportunity and get away from it all. All the anger and desires burning one from the inside and starting anew.

The goblin closes his eyes out of fear, but he bit his lip and tries to keep himself from spilling the information he knows. “You see my goblin friend, my captain, the king of pirates and the commander of the Translucent Sun has tasked me with extracting information about an informant of ours. She is apparently a gorgually and goes by the name of Vetra.” He lets out a soft sigh from his lips and looks at the next space where he is going to draw the knife if he did not have the information that he needed. “Where is she?” Truth be told, the goblin did not know but he knew that if he gave anything to the enemy, he was a dead man. “I don’t – “His voice is cut off from the pain that reaps down hi

His eyes moved from Malachi to me, to that hand resting casually on my arm, and stayed a beat too long. “Oh, you’re back. Malachi’s been keeping me company,” I said pleasantly. “He’s very entertaining.” Malachi looked at his bowl of beans with sudden focused attention. I could swear he was trying not to smile. “Mm,” Jareth said, striding into the common room. “Did you know he speaks four languages?” “I did know that,” Jareth said, in a tone suggesting this information had never previously bothered him. “Useful skill in a man,” I said.

She’s still a fan of folklores. "It was the Royal Family who cursed the people. They were the ones who spread the disease and blame it to the Goblin. They took the Goblin and locked him under the palace. The Goblin’s trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride." Today, girls in the age of eighteen are being chased and killed by the royal guards. Mothers who escaped the Empire nineteen years ago are still in the wanted list.

Ela defended, “You were, and I will put a stop to it. What do you know about the Goblin King, what rumor did you need to protect?” Ela and Karm looked at each other, and sighed, “The Goblin King is the son of the former Pixie Princess and the former Goblin Prince. They had run away together and when they were recovered, the princess was pregnant and instead of having the two marry, the king hid his daughter away and when she gave birth to the baby, they took him and gave him to his grandfather. The pixie King was ashamed of his daughter and grandson, and they ordered us to take the information to our graves.”

A taunting glimmer danced in the nobleman’s eyes as the Sacred One rejoined her guards before the pair turned to Gavril. "Not quite the welcome party I was expecting to be held in your children's honor. Though I am not entirely surprised given their family's history." A deep chuckle came from the large scruffy man as he bowed slightly to the twins. “My friend, your timing is perfect, as always.” Pulled into a giant bear hug, the king embraced the wolf before turning back to his children. “Allow me to introduce High Alpha Lyall Bourland, King of the Werewolves and Lord Erolith of the Elves. Both have been good friends to me over these long years. My daughter, Genevieve, and my son, Saber.”

That circle shape unexpectedly released a miniature version of the entire kingdom. "Have you never seen magic before?" asked the Prince who was staring at the woman, amazed at what she was seeing. Arabelle just nodded in response. "In this world only those with Flammeus blood are capable of casting magic," the creature explained. "When our ancestors were still alive, a tragedy spread throughout the nation; a tragedy that everyone who touched it died; humans, animals or plants. Even though the Guardians, Fotiá (Fire Guardian), Neró ( Water Guardian) and Aéras (Air Guardian) their powers are unable to subdue the tragedy." "But because of Great King Sabio, the very first king of the Flammeus Ki

Its chest was marked with half-formed glyphs, and its face— Its face made me stop. Not because it was monstrous. But because it wasn’t. It was… familiar. The brow. The curve of the mouth. The faint dimple in the left cheek. I knew that face. I had seen it last on the battlefield. When I was seventeen. When I’d stood over my cousin’s broken body—Corwin’s only son. Jareth. Dead by a blade not mine—but dead all the same, another casualty in the long path to the Riddle throne.

She nodded her head and walked quickly into the graveyard. The graveyard belongs to the Lambert family. The Royals. She looks at the names on the tombstones, and the names all have one thing in common… Seth. That wasn't correct. The Lamberts owned the graveyard, not Seth, it belonged to the Royals. That only means one thing… Dominus Lambert isn't a Royal! "But..but how come he is king?" She asked herself, this was mystifying. But that wasn't the prominent reason she visited the graveyard. She wished to know the real name of the first king of the Gograonia Empire.

It seemed as if something wanted me to keep watching the refrigerator, and that was why I couldn't see any other thing apart from it. I stood up from my chair and walked out from behind the counter cautiously, and I started walking towards the refrigerator. I was cautious, staring at the refrigerator. “Dude! Gar, Gareth! Gareth!” I heard Andy's voice call to me and suddenly, I was called back to actuality. I thought I was walking towards the refrigerator in an empty store, but I was in fact still sitting in the same position I was when the customer waved at me. It seemed like the store being empty, and me moving towards the refrigerator was only an Illusion.