New Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.

Andrius fell silent after hearing Luna’s explanation. That was true. Luna had been with him in the Royal Gardens in Sumeria the entire time since they decided to erect a grave for Old Hagstorm. It would have been impossible for her to invite the three families by herself. In that case, the masked person was the suspicious one. With that thought, he asked, “Luna, were there any special characteristics about the masked person? Can you recognize him?” “He...” Luna casually made up some details. “He was dressed in a black robe, looked quite thin, and his eyes gave off a sinister feeling.”

And they were going to pay with their blood. At last, Clint rounded on the final goblin who'd attacked them. Their grey, slate-like skin was natural to the underground cities where the goblins preferred to live. "W-wait!" the goblin screeched in her familiar, high-pitched whine. "My liege!" Damon stopped. His haunches raised, every hair on his body on end, he stared down at the small goblin who'd come here. Defied him. Attacked him.

The next morning, Gwen woke up at the crack of dawn. She called Luna on the phone while she was washing up, and told Luna about her request. "No problem!" Luna was smiling as she said this. "You say that that bodyguard of yours needs a mask, huh? Well, what kind is he looking for? One that's made to imitate human skin? I don't think that's a good idea. It'll come off easily if someone were to punch him, and I think a better option will be something made of metal, like those masks you wear to a costume party. We can easily make it look more lifelike!

I said. "That’s great. Anyway, is your name really Black?" she asked curiously "It's my surname" I plainly said "Foreigner? What's your real name then?" "Marie Violet is my name. My dad is half American." "Wow! Your name is beautiful!" she said obviously amazed "Just call me Black okay," I said coz I hate my name. It sounds too feminine. "copy! Can I be your friend?" She suddenly asked "S-sure" I was shocked. I was hesitant but I think having a new friend won't hurt, Besides, It's the first time after many years that someone offered me a friendship. She smiled at me.

Where pixies have control of the elements, Goblins were born with heightened senses, each blessed with one super sense, which made them amazing trackers and hunters and, occasionally, spies and assassins. Unlike in human storybooks, creatures of our realm could be identified by markings on their bodies. Pixies have wing tattoos that cover their entire back with the colours of the elements they control shading them, as well as small star tattoos that vary in color that line our neck and shoulder. The more stars, the more powerful the pixies ability is. Goblins have short fangs and claws, and their skin is tinged in green variations depending on the areas they are from and have facial tattoos

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."