Jean Grey Goblin Queen Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 76: THE OBSIDIAN ECLIPSE High Queen Elena was no longer the goddess of the Spires. She looked small—fragile—standing in the center of a helipad that was being consumed by shadows that had no source. The white silk of her gown was being stained gray by the sheer lack of light. She was clawing at the air, her golden eyes wide with the one thing I thought she was incapable of feeling: absolute, paralyzing horror.

“Now, Mira, be a good pet. Crawl to me and put your mouth to use. Show them what you do best.” His words left me hollow and heavy. My limbs turned to stone as the world tilted and faded into a grey, muffled blur. Shock finally shattered what little strength I had left, leaving me trembling and nearly blind. “I said crawl,” Draven’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls like a death sentence. I closed my eyes, growing weaker and weaker. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The infamous Dragon Queen. The future Lycan and Werewolf Queen. The woman gifted with magic powers.

I headed for the edge of the forest, where the sulfur smell of the green smoke still lingered. "I know you're still here," I said to the shadows. "Come out." The wind swirled, and the hawk with the glowing green eyes descended from a gnarled oak tree. It shifted, its feathers melting into a tattered green robe. A woman stood there—or at least, something that looked like a woman. Her skin was the color of moss, and her eyes were empty emerald pits. "The Queen mother returns," she hissed. "Has the King’s heart finally faltered?"

It didn’t take much effort to see where the ruler of all the goblins is, when this existence called goblin chieftain itself is the biggest in the village, and is equipped with decently forged armour and weapons. My eyes hovered around the goblin king. It was well-guarded by five goblin commanders, which had better armours and equipment than other goblins, but still a bit lower in terms of defence compared to the goblin chieftain’s. As I lifted my gaze back up, that was when I saw something that managed to make me freeze on my feet. There was a girl beside the goblin king. And she’s… a human?

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

Their surprise attack took the Goblins by surprise and by the time they realized what was happening , half of their brethren was already killed off by Ron and her, luckily , Goblins were much into magic than attack and defence - they were sneaky little things that stood in the background rather than rush in fighting . Their leader the one who was casting magic on Lord Garcia screamed shrilly whether trying to command or singing soprano , Chelsea didn't know nor did she care , she swiped her scythe against his neck and the leader gulped , his eyes staring at her hatefully before he disintegrated. .

Eleleth's white ghost moths wreathed him, and he was bathed in sickly, sterile light. "What in Nastrond are you doing at my gates!" King Hakkon, the Lion of the South, roared in fury. "Get back, foul huldre!" Out of the thick, obscuring mist stepped my She-Beast. Queen Jarngrimr of the Sorrows. I screamed, but the scream died in my throat, and from stories below, her red eyes fixated on me. She gave a slight smile, lip curling to reveal a wolf fang.

Ancanta's wide eyes were full of innocence and compassion as she glanced at the old woman. "It is stated that if goblins can eat a hundred hearts donated by individuals who have been helped by goblins, then goblins will be released." When she observed the terror, Ancanta's expression was filled with fear. The elderly woman's eyes narrowed "In fact, there is another elf legend, if later the goblin's bride can..."

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.