Of Goblin Kings Novels & Stories

So it's true then she thought. The knight goblins. A huge powerful armored, creepy humanoid, unlike the ordinary goblin who was small, black-hearted humanoids that lair in despoiled dungeons and other dismal settings and individually weak, they gather in large numbers to torment other creatures. However, the armored knight goblins were the opposite. They were massive, with vicious red eyes, six to seven-foot-tall battle-scarred goblins with black skin and fire erupting from their eyes, they were worshiped not out of adoration but fear.

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.

It was obviously a male, he was naked and disgusting. "Who the fuck are you to order me around little girl," he growls low at me. "I'm the unseelie princess and need to follow the blue lights to save the seelie king," I state firmly. "An unseelie saving a seelie, unheard of," he chuckles. I shake my head at the five-foot male goblin, his one eye skimming over me. I scowl at him, showing my disgust. "This is the goblin king's land miss and you're trespassing," he snarled. Oh, shit what was the deal with goblins, oh yeah.

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off

His kingdom not only contained Dark Faeries, but under his rule there was the trolls, ogres, the were community answers to him as well, pixies and the nasty little leprechauns that Belle despises. "Sorry Aaron I had a visitor that showed up unannounced." She walked up to him and smiled. For a king he was very powerful. He had elite warriors that could steal other faerie powers. Which made them even more scarier. To Jasmine that would be scary but to her it made her respect him even more. "Oh my god Aaron, you will not believe what Belle is!" Belle's head snapped so fast and her eye's narrowed dead straight on Jasmine. "Jasmine, what did I say earlier before we came down here."

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

Iris bravely continued Lesandra’s statement. “Only if you decide to hold a grudge against us.” It was Dillon. “I still don’t understand why you killed my grandfather…” “He and the goblins, together with the gargoyles of the underworld, wanted to kill our Kings. They wanted to rule the human realm, including the werewolves. They knew the only time they could make the wolves bow down to them was if they killed all the kings of the four kingdoms,” Lesandra explained in one breath. “My mother… She’s not a pure dark fae.”

Sweat ran down my back. Two men ran inside. I stood like a statue. The rest stared, some whispering. A few were touching their rosaries. The rumors had been growing. The ones that said I was a witch. That I’d made Giordano fall for me using spells. Let them believe it. Let them shake. Five minutes passed. Then ten. The men returned. Pale. Eyes wide. “He’s dead,” one said. “Really dead.” I didn’t smile. I just nodded. “And now I rule. Everything that was his is mine.”

Being one of the Zombie Kings has its perks. My father and many of the other Zombie leaders worked hard to overthrow the humans. We knew they would never live with us in peace. They would hunt us, kill us, and experiment on us. They would never allow us to co-exist as their fear would overtake all common sense.

Abigail whispers into my ear, "You did well, Bathsheeba! You should be proud!" I don't hear a cry. I try to sit up, but Abigail's hands gently restrain me. I am too weak to fight her hold. I hear the medicine woman firmly slapping my newborn over and over again. I hold my breath, willing my child to cry as much as I did. A series of wails fill my ears. Tears sting my eyes as relief floods over me. "Let me in," I hear a familiar voice barking at the door. My attention shifts to the entrance of the room. The King enters, his robes are disheveled, and fiery curls untamed.