Orcs Goblins Novels & Stories

Moka explained in her nasal voice. That was another thing Germaine noticed. Where Zar's voice was smooth and normal, the other goblins had nasal voices, as if they had something stuck inside their nostrils. The male goblin was hairy with overgrown beards decorated with beads, bones, and teeth. Both male and female were short, with bodies that rose not taller than her waist and wrinkled skin like it wanted to belong on a taller person but had to make do. Yet, what they lacked in height, they made up for in strength.

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."

Or at least how deep down a rabbit hole he would go with this subject. He'd talked to his friends and they agreed that the goblins had to be exposed. If it meant they as gargoyles would be exposed, well that was collateral damage. He and his fellow owners of a nightclub, Grotesque, along with their friends at Foley Security who were gargoyles married to fairies, could no longer fight this battle alone. The needed the help of the normies, those without any supernatural powers.

Orcs in the world of Ginnungagap belonged to a race of Demi-humans know as Green Skin, which also included other races such as the vicious and greedy Goblins. Orcs, unlike the scrawny and agile Goblins, were strong and burly fighters, with a great taste for blood and war. In a wild world such as Ginnungagap, where no great civilizations existed, Orcs dominated large quantities of territories, using their sheer numbers, wild natures, and overwhelming strength, they had easily cleansed most of the weaker and lesser races of demons and monsters!

“He wants Akasha and her sisters to help with the problems the Drow are causing. I personally think it would be best to go after the Goblins. They are leading the Drow and if we attack the goblins, all their allies will come to their aid. The Drow would leave and no longer torment the Kingdom. Although my father doesn’t believe they are allied with the Goblins." My father was blind to the goblins tactics I had sent a group of men to check out the neighboring kingdoms and different creatures that had allied with the goblins were attacking the elf and pixie allies. The Goblins were using this as a distraction as they fulfilled their main mission. If the Kingdoms were busy with their battles, t

voices spoke from behind the rocks. Sweat formed on Lily's forehead, and her heart started beating irregularly. Before she could react and hide from the mysterious voices, two goblins jumped in her direction. They were hideously ugly, with broad noses, flat faces, pointed ears, and wide mouths filled with small but sharp fangs. Their skin ranged from deep red to shades of orange and yellow, with members of the same tribe sharing similar skin colors. The two goblins salivated excessively. "D- Delicious meat, stop! We just want to be friends with you," one of the goblins with a shorter height said, attempting to negotiate.

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

He stared at each one, and they all nodded, except for me, who made it clear that I was furious at being kept in the dark. “What a lack of etiquette to involve me in a meeting where the only one who doesn't know what it's about, King Lycan, is your Luna!” I growled loudly, ferocious, and impatient. “Control yourself, she-wolf!” The Alpha shouted, raising an eyebrow, making my wolf shrink within me. “Elara, did you get the stones forged by the orcs?” “Orcs?” I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. “They are creatures descended from ogres; they don't have the same size or fury, but their strength and cunning are equal to those of their ancestors!” Oliver explained subtly and courteously. “I didn't kn

“Shall I send you to him?” Angered, Urum brandished his scimitar. Unlike goblins, who preferred blunt weapons, the orcs were stronger and more human-like. They preferred blades that could cut through flesh easier with lesser force and wore thick, padded leather armour. The other orcs that the girls faced wielded heavy axes.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.