Labyrinth Goblins Novels & Stories

"A little too young I see. But I don't think the goblins will mind." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME TOU SICK BASTARD," Luna yells at him. "I'm not going to do anything. You see, goblins don't have any females in their ranks. They procreate by breeding with other females of different species, and like I said before I lost a lot of good soldiers today and I need to grow my army. You might not be able to produce any children yet, but I doubt that they won't try to have their way with you. For now, we will just keep you alive until you can. The other women here have been producing young goblins for us for a while now."

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."

My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt. I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—dozens at first, then hundreds, their black, ashy skin glowing faintly under the pale light. They hated sorcerers, always had. Unlike the White Goblins, these creatures were pure hostility. They formed a ring around me, baring teeth, hissing threats. One stepped forward—taller than the others, a crooked crown on his head. His voice slithered through the air like poison.

Rose asked. “These goblins really aren’t your average ones. They seem to have a system in their group. Which means that they have a leader. Their leader is probably a hobgoblin, I can’t be sure though,” Matthew said. Matthew took a short breath before continuing. “We’ll attack them at noon, when they are most probably asleep. They would have two guards staying at the entrance and another four on patrol not far from the fence. We’ll move silently and quickly. The cave is gonna be pretty tight to move, my sword might be too long to be swinging inside.”

The Labyrinth Entry The entrance gaped like a beast’s throat—twenty metres wide, as tall, a stone arch flayed by floodlights so that deep carvings cast jagged shadows. Labrys marks—double axes—glimmered where water ran down grooves older than empires. Cables snaked along the ground, feeding rows of lamps that pushed the dark only so far. The air tasted of oil, hot metal, and men who worked too long. Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name.

Joseph replied. "I wish I could stay for some more time. But I guess I have to go. This seems like a long staircase," Ms. Lilac eyed the staircase they reached after walking for 10 minutes. The forest was gone. Everything around them was clouds and a beautiful stairway starting from one end towards the sky. "It just looks like a long one. But it isn't. It is time for you to rest now, ma'am. You've done a great job while you were alive. I hope you will rest well," Joseph bowed his head to her.

His heart skipped a beat at what he saw below. Goblins. There must have been at least a hundred of the foul creatures, running and waving their crude swords and spears. They streamed down from a gap in the far valley wall, some distance West of where Randey stood. Where they had come from he couldn’t imagine. But though he had never actually seen a Goblin, he knew that’s what they were. He’d heard enough tales from his parents to recognize them. Their wild, guttural cries echoed from the valley walls, wafting up to Randey’s horrified ears.

: Nio answered. "You don't know much about this part of Malfer, do you? The humans here, they do not take kindly to their property running away. It's not about the people you killed, it's about me. They'll chase us until they catch me. And then they'll make a public example of me so that no other slave thinks of running away.": the goblin continued. "Then let them, what's a dozen more...": Nio said, slightly amused. The little goblin chuckled nervously and replied: "A dozen? Try hundreds. And they will come after us. From every village in the area. And they have sorcerers too. We don't have much time. We need to go, now!"

At her very young age, Amara Fairoza wishes to see one. "The Goblin's never been dead. Do you see how sad the sky is? When the Goblin is sad, the clouds cry." said by the same old woman when Amara was seven. "It's raining cats and dogs. Maybe, he's sad waiting for his bride to save him." still the old woman when she was ten. Amara learned most about goblins and other creatures from the streets and the walls. Books were limited in their humble town. According to the books, goblins were cruel beings. They abused their power and made the people suffer. All they wanted was to be the wealthiest and be the most powerful creature. It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemi

Arlen could not comprehend what was going on until his eyes opened and he saw four green-looking faces staring down at him. These were goblins- unsightly creatures formed from cultivational practices gone wrong. Despite their lack of good height, they did not pass at being cruel. They used to be common in Cloverdale, where they would steal children and the elderly. Standing on two feet like humans, they had shapeshifting abilities they used to lure their victims. Arlen could barely breathe as a three-foot-long tongue drooled beside him. "Hold him down. I'll get the knife," a voice he could liken to that of the innkeeper spoke.