New Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

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.

Her squad started to set up while Timothy was bounded on the trunk of a tree. "Alec, can you distribute the content of the bag?" Khloe directed, earning clueless looks from us. Alec frowned as he peaked inside the garbage bag before he took out a black fabric. One by one, he tossed them to us which likely a robe or something before he revealed a creepy rabbit mask. "I heard you love rabbits," Khloe said, smirking at Tiana. "As a symbol of your revenge, we're going to wear those masks." Allison chuckled while Tiana's eyes glowed in excitement.

"He looks very much like Gilbert Gardier, Jean's twin brother." And the dinner party was worse than Alexa had imagined, making her regret not taking the man's advice to go home. Twenty new guests had arrived in addition to the old ones. And these twenty people looked very conspicuous; besides being dressed in gothic style with shades of red and black, they all wore masquerade masks that covered the right side of their faces. And the most horrifying thing was their right eye, their eyeballs was not in the socket, instead there was a purple diamond stone in the socket, replacing the eyeballs. "Are you scared, new girl?" asked Eva, one of Alexa's colleagues.

And all Eliza could do was smile. … Red skin, a skull shorter than most humans, and a visage so horrible that one wonders who gave birth to it. The fact that these goblins were monsters created by the dungeon as opposed to being born of a creature was a blessing. Goblins mature swiftly, in a matter of months, and are typically weak and stupid. They are monsters that even the most inexperienced fighter can defeat. The only thing they can't be underestimated for is their short spawn time. They are a type of creature that will never go extinct in a dungeon, no matter how many of them are hunted by explorers, mercenaries, and knights. Additionally, the adventure association always seems to be in

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱ "What do you think of that?" Abbadon asked me for the fifth time and I denied it. "It doesn’t seem enough..." "Hummm..." she pulled another mask, now had details made with gold wires and rubies. Two serpents joined at the end, intertwining. "That?" Smile, a big, wide smile. "This is going to be the one, but..." I touched my hair with my fingertips "do you think Dad would allow me to use magic to change my hair color?"

“Thank you very much.” “She will never guess his name,” Aurien told me under his breath. “Goblin names are in the goblin tongue and constructed of syllables from both parents and grandparents, therefore unique to the individual. That is why the goblin does not protest, he knows that whilst Akyran has given the appearance of mediation to appease his mother and brother, it is not to his detriment. In three years, he will get the girl, uncontested.” “That is… cruel,” I whispered, sorry for the girl.

"Well, I'm going to go set up for the party right now, and you can join if you want to." I nodded my head, walking with Connor to the exit after I had clocked out and grabbed my things. "I'll stop by early, I want to go get changed though for the party." We said our goodbyes and headed in different directions. When I got home, I let my mom know about the party which she was just excited to hear about me being more social. My dad wasn't the happiest about me going out tonight, he would rather me be focused on school and ensuring my future doesn't get screwed. I got dressed into a pair of skinny jeans and a plaid button up. I left my hair down where it has been all day since I didn't really ca

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.

I braid the length off to the side so it wouldn't irritate the injuries. "Can you do anything more father?" I cry as the blood continues to pool in his gashes. My father stands by me and squeezes my shoulder. "I've done all I can daughter, I'm sorry," he sighs, wiping his eyes. There was a knock at the door and Axis answered it. The one red-eyed naked goblin stood there with two others. My eyes widened when I saw the crown on his head. He grins at me and nods. "I'm the goblin king Izak, this is my wife Chig and son Zrukz, we've come to help heal the half-blood. My eyes widen and I laugh, fucking sneaky little creep.