King Of The Goblins Novels & Stories

the head elder says boldly with King Lignum standing right beside me. A strange rumble erupts from King Lignum’s chest as he hears the elders argue over the rightful place of the prophecy book. I look up at him and his eyes are glowing like red embers burning in a piece of wood. Knowing that I need to diffuse the situation quickly, I step forward and yell over the arguing elders. “What is done is done,” I yell out loudly. Pointing to King Lignum, “this is King Lignum of the Fae Realm.”

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

Marcel Fox was indeed like his namesake and though I wasn’t a violent woman, I wanted to wring his neck for all he’d said and implied. “It’s an old story,” Cole replied. “One passed along when I was young.” “Please tell us, Your Majesty,” Skyla gushed, speaking up for the first time in a while. She sounded delighted by this chance to get back into Cole’s good graces. “If you insist,” the King replied with a bitter chuckle. “It is said that every Goblin King must remove the old powerful nobles and replace them with new ones upon ascending the throne. The old nobles should be dismembered and hung on the wall as a warning to those who overestimate their power and defy their King. Their eyes and

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

I rolled my eyes seeing he was practically obsessed with the grapes. “Help yourself!” I said and he immediately picked some into his mouth. “Well, there is a divine seer who gave a message to the last king and queen that a child will be born with their seed!” He started after stuffing his mouth. “That she will be the great blood that he land needs, the one who transforms the magical stories and reunites the clan with other clans!” He explained and I was a little terrified. That is a whole lot of responsibility! What the hell? “She will be the one who will liberate her people and break the spell!” He said and I was confused.

So when he finished, I left. Gaels, that was all I could think of. I knew the Kingdom of Gaels. Beautiful kingdom with the most vital race of vampires, descendants of the holy five. They were not just rich, but they were a big kingdom. Every member of the empire had the same trait; grey eyes.

Alot of scientists, after hearing of the existence of the mysterious creature, have been to the den for research, but none of them ever came out alive, and the secret behind their death, have always been a mystery, as no one could tell what happens to all the scientists. "Lucifer!" They all bowed slightly, while staring down at their feet, nobody dares to look him in the face, nobody dares to go on a suicide mission, looking him in the eyes. "Miguel..." His deep voice, surrounded with a dark aura, came on, sending shivers down their spine. They keep drowning in their own fear, as they awaited what the king has to say. As much as they want to be calmed, his aura keep telling them otherwise, a

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

They were literally what people call a pig's head. Yao Tai felt that they were exuding more power than kobolds and goblins. One of the three orcs could fight orcs at the same level. "Still, hunting in a flock, huh?" He thought he saw the three goblins entered the forest. Maybe they were going to hunt for foods here. The goblins weren't moving suspiciously and only seemed to be hunting wolves from the other dungeon. There is no war in this place and they have not tried to invade other dungeons.