Mighty Jack And The Goblin King Novels & Stories

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the darkness, they encountered the source of the malevolent energy that had been plaguing their kingdom—a powerful sorcerer, steeped in dark magic and driven by a thirst for power. The sorcerer's eyes burned with hatred as he faced Marvin and Jace, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "So, you have come to challenge me," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You foolish mortals, you stand no chance against the might of my magic."

the goblin gloated, a mad grin stretched across his face. "The darkness?" inquired Maria, wondering what on earth this goblin was talking about, but a bigger question that was on her mind and the others’ was, 'Since when were goblins able to speak the common tongue of humans?' "It's only thanks to the Mistress of Darkness that I can speak your dirty human language! But this wasn't her only gift!" The goblin pointed his staff at them, and a large spell circle appeared. "Fire!" the goblin yelled in a maniacal voice as an intense burst of fire shot from out of the spell circle.

His Demon Lord, a ninth level Demon of the Realm, had been killed by a Vampire Prince, and now that Vampire Prince had just taken his Demon Lord’s power into himself… The goblin watched as Ruben took in a halting ragged breath of shock, before falling to his knees and clutching his chest, sweat appeared on his brow and he tipped his head back letting out a throat wrenching scream of pain before collapsing. The goblin ran over to Ruben’s side and knelt down in the dust, wiping his hair from his face and tapping his cheek. “Wake up…Prince? Prince?” Ruben groaned and shuddered before slowly blinking his eyes open. He looked up at the face of the grotesque goblin and startled, jerking away from

Frank nodded and shouted at the top of his voice, "Show yourself!" A gust billowed, and a man in a feather cape appeared in the southwest. He was exceedingly huge, and with the goblin mask on his face, he was certainly creepy. "How childish!" Jada, however, ridiculed the man instead of getting spooked. After all, the most powerful man in the world stood right beside her. "Your reputation precedes you, Chief Frankton!" the man spoke, his voice thundering as loudly as Frank's voice did earlier. Shocked, Jada exclaimed in surprise, "How did he do it?"

said the Duke, enjoying the despair in his eyes the color of the summer sky. Lord Vragenn displeasedly threw another human corpse aside, continuing to mutter spells to himself. His strength was already quite weakened. The king almost broke the Saint, but at the last moment she, with renewed strength, began to fight him off. Some people shared their energy with her...

“Do you have any friends who want to dance with us?” Breeze wiggled her finger at them. “It’s party night. We’re all in the mood to have some fun.” Cedar stood. “Good deeds do pay off.” Jaded finished his drink and stood. “I love party night.” “Me too,” Bestial growled. “Let’s go have a few hours of fun with our females.” 186 Justice

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

Agatha’s screaming echoed to his ears. “AGATHA!” He was charging forward. “STOP HIM!” commanded the Eagle King. Austin stop in his track. He clicked his tongue loudly. “MOVE!” he roared. The Eagle King frowned at the black werewolf standing before him. His physical form is massive. He is as big as the ancient story have told. His power is overwhelming. His aura… Oh how his magic stinks of death. Just as Austin was about to teleport to Agatha, he was distracted by the surrounding face’s of surprise. He phases around to see what was going on.

The question ripped from me, ragged and desperate. The echo’s head tilted. “The beast-king? He raged beautifully. A fitting final guardian for the old world. He is not dead. His spirit is too bright to simply extinguish. He is… dreaming. Trapped in the wellspring, a fly in the amber of my power. His will shall feed the new dawn.”