Lord Of Goblins Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

Once he did, I smirked devilishly, and the volcano erupted in him. "Bullshit!" he flared and shot up from his seat, looking around the table as if seeking the other Lords to back him up. But the four other Lords were too shocked to react. "This is unacceptable! He brought this curse upon us all, and now you made him lord over us?" Andre stared calmly at him until he was done ranting before he spoke. "Well, Lord Langdon..." "My name is Landon, not fucking Langdon!" he seethed.

the Lady of Blades began, approaching the pedestal, "a man appeared at the gates of the imperial city. He was neither warrior nor mage as we understood them, but something... other. He claimed to come from the realm we knew, and he carried a warning." She opened the box, revealing a simple crystal orb similar to the ones they had seen in the council chamber and Archive, but smaller, more personal in scale. "He said the godking's reach extended further than we realized—that he had been corrupting and consuming realms beyond our own for millennia. But he also spoke of hope—of a warrior who would arrive carrying the soul essence and magic of a dragon, who would stand with us when the final assa

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

He was a colossal Englishman, so that must’ve been why he was able to reach Cameron, though he threw the lance in a way that had never been intended, treating it like a spear rather than a bludgeoning weapon. It did little more than bounce off Cameron’s thick dragon hide, but that was enough to taint him with poison. It must’ve been infused into the lance before the battle began, when the mages were at their strongest and not yet depleted from having to continuously protect the knights and infuse the weapons used by the English.

"Who's asking?" "My name is Emilio Agosti." I nearly dropped the phone. "You're supposed to be in a coma." "That's what my family wanted everyone to believe. Easier to control an empire when people think the heir is incapacitated." His voice was dry, intelligent, nothing like the vegetable I'd been sold. "I've been very awake for three years. I just couldn't move until recently. A rather nasty disorder called Guillain-Barré. Paralysis that looks like death."

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

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.