Mine Goblin Novels & Stories

She felled several Goblins as well as she tried to push through their forces. Behind her, Furgus had dropped from his saddle to charge at the Goblins on his sturdy, stocky legs, an axe in either hand. His throaty cry was heard over the general cacophony of the fighting. He had hamstrung his first Goblin when the tall, bulky form of Caulan charged past. The Minotaur was a frightening sight, brows furrowed and eyes glinting, his horns shining ominously. His own huge axe cleaved one Goblin entirely, the two halves falling aside in a bloody mess. One of the Goblin’s fellows turned at his outcry, only to find himself impaled as the Minotaur leaned down and put his horns through him. With a heave,

Easily broken, my work is to break the woman emotionally and sell her on high rates. All we have to do is lock them up in a underground cell and make them feel alone for a week. Then we make them live their phobias which is pretty easy, claustrophobia is most's weakness other wise we just have to add some animals in the cell like cockroaches and rats. The girl surrenders willingly in just few hours.

" It's off!! I'm free! " I laughed happily as the words flew from my mouth. I grab the being that was standing next to my helmet and lifted it up while doing a spin. The light that came from the tunnel where I came from, shined onto the being. I was face to face with a very confused goblin. I turn to scan the area where I found more Goblins staring back at me with small swords, spears.... bows, and arrows. ... They even had a goblin mage. " Oh... Fu**...."

And Butters… threw up in the corner of the Persian wool rug. “Oh my God, Butters,” I groaned, grabbing tissues and wiping the mess. “Do you have any idea how much this rug costs? It’s more expensive than Damian’s first car. But sure. Go ahead. I just pay the bills.” Lucifer gave me a slow, bored blink with one eye. “I know, Handsome. I know. You don’t need me. But listen, if I die first, you’re coming to the grave with me. Let’s see who wins in the end.”

An unknown fact about me as I preferred to sleep naked. I always went to Maximilian, so it wasn't like he would know about it. That was why the nighttime was always my favorite. A time for Just me. I sighed and let the breeze caress my fresh skin. I breathed in and out intentionally— Reminding myself to be still in my body. It was all going to be alright. I could go back home as soon as I got rid of Maximilian. I was brought up in an orphanage, but there was this boy I was close to. I saw him as a younger brother, and his name was Gabriel. He was naughty and loved to spend my money, but in my heart, he was my only family.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

They were greens all over their body, they have pointy ears, big noses, and jagged teeth. "Goblins!" The skinny knight shouted. They immediately unsheath their swords and fight the goblins. Goblins are easy opponents for an average citizen but it will become difficult because of their numbers. However, they were stronger than an average citizen so they could fight them even the goblins are thousands. It took them a couple of minutes to lessen the number of the goblins. When a goblin saw this, it screeched to call more of its ally. The knights didn't care what the goblin does. Because they thought even a million goblins will come they will still win over them. But they thought wrong because i

The greedy bastard. So I took her hand instead and helped her step into the tub with me and got us settled. I sat in the back and put her in front of me, her slippery bum resting temptingly against my suddenly reawakening cock. I told my tackle to shut the hell up, and to imagine Muriel the street vendor and her accompanying mustache if he wanted more of Brynne's divine fanny. That did the trick. Muriel was hideous, and probably not even a real woman. Maybe not even human. In fact. I'm sure Muriel is really an alien scout sent here to sell newspapers and learn the language. I still craved my Djarums. Piles of them.

It was something Gabriel had to deal with often. “Damn, I’m sorry, Gabriel,” I said, eyeing his small frame. Standing at a short 5′6", he had blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He was undeniably cute, and he knew it. Gabriel wasn’t shy about using his looks to his advantage, especially with some of the females in the pack. Getting away with avoiding tedious work by flashing that charming smile was his specialty. It often worked, but it didn’t help much when it came to Marcella.

They ate and kept eating until they were full. They laid on the floor and rested like they haven’t done in a long time. Then suddenly, the ground rumbled. They bolted outside not wanting the building to crash on their heads. A dozen goblins stood before them—giants in silver armor, easily three times their size. Their skin was like tarnished bronze, their eyes yellow with slit pupils. Their weapons were brutal: serrated axes, spiked clubs, twisted spears. The one in front bore tusks curved like sabers.