Of Goblin Kings Novels & Stories

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

The Old King's Road was a ghost of a path, a ribbon of packed earth and loose stone that clung precariously to the mountainside. It was a journey measured not in miles, but in the slow, grinding ache of muscles and the perpetual dust that coated the tongue. Kaelen and his ten men, clad in the rough-spun wool and worn leather of pilgrims, moved with a grim, tireless purpose. They were not a king's retinue; they were a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing, their true nature concealed but not extinguished.

And they will make sure of it. However, what they forgot is they are not any normal supernatural. They are the Kings of the supernatural. The brutal Kings whom everyone is warn to stay away from. And once the truth is out in front of Rose, she won't give them any chance. She will leave them straightly. For the Kings are Brutal savage Beasts who don't deserve any chance. The chance of being loved and to be cared for. *** Your thoughts on the chapter? Do tell me in the review box or comment it here.

My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt. I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—dozens at first, then hundreds, their black, ashy skin glowing faintly under the pale light. They hated sorcerers, always had. Unlike the White Goblins, these creatures were pure hostility. They formed a ring around me, baring teeth, hissing threats. One stepped forward—taller than the others, a crooked crown on his head. His voice slithered through the air like poison.

There. The barrier. Thinning. I smile. The kings will interpret this as danger. They are predictable. But thinning is opportunity. Dragons were not meant to be confined to one realm. We were conquerors once. We did not beg for space beside humans. We took it. My family remembers. We were the line that should have ruled after the convergence. Before coexistence weakened the throne. Before compromise softened power. My father taught me the truth of the Madrigals long before the current kings learned their diluted version of it.

They are skilled in strategy for war and a sword chi in the fight, they enter the enemy realm and slowly poison the soldiers. - Isn't this too risky? - Yes, but this is the path they have chosen. - Unfortunate! But go on. - They wait for their enemies to grow weak, some have died and others grow weak to fight. In this kingdom there is a garden, which grows one every month. In the garden they found the flower Péro, a red flower with a weak blue stem, but the flower is poisonous. There is no king there but queens, when a queen marries her husband does not become king, and if in the marriage union has children man and woman are the women who becomes king, even if she is the last to be born.

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

Let's not cause trouble if we can, I promise that I am okay" I explained to them softly. I turned around and walked away, then waited for the goblin to push the button and then we got in. Their worried looks was the last thing I saw before the door closed again I walked back alone to my room, the goblin still in front of me and chattering away about how excited they all were that the long awaited queen and mistress of the house was finally here. "I didn't get your name" I said the moment we stopped in front of my door. "My Queen" he replied as he bowed low to me. "a unique name you have there" I said teasingly. I could have sworn the odd looking goblin blushed or something. "I wanted to ask

King Asnus called hesitantly, "there's something you need to know." "What, pray tell?" "The raiders, they had sharp claws and teeth. Their eyes also glowed a weird green. Thru seemed strange but they were humans, I'm not sure if…" he trailed off. Sebastian's eyes narrowed. Definitely not vampires. Green eyes… vampires were red. "I'll take care of it. Do as I have commanded." King Asnus bowed, "yes, my lord." Sebastian turned and went down the roof. "Are you leaving?" Aurora asked when she saw him walking out of the partially destroyed palace.

‘Why… how…’ Their eyes met. All that Allan can feel is how his energy is draining. Thunder can be heard outside as the sky looks as if it were blinking. In no time, the dungeon collapsed. Or should it really be stated as that? It feels like the best way to describe it is that the dungeon rose up in the sky. The moon was hiding behind the shade of clouds. And there, the King of Voneveir saw the people he was looking for. Appearing before his eyes. “We meet again, your majesty.” “C- clad…”