Princess Goblin Novels & Stories

The front legs began to move and attacked Nara's back. Princess Asmodeus ducked down, and the giant Goblin's backlash hit the tree and it fell. "Shit!" Nara cursed when she saw a tree fall towards its standing. He dodged, rolled over. The giant Goblin moved quickly. It didn't take long for it's to attack Nara again. The tree becomes the target of its front legs when it wants to attack Nara.

Smoke clouds drifted through the room like ripped and torn patches of fog. Nio headed for the nearest empty table, but before he could reach it a small woman slammed into him and a pair of pleading eyes looked up just as an empty jug flew through the air, aiming for her head. The small creature was a goblin, no taller than his waist, thin and slender, with a long-curved nose and small eyes the same olive color as her skin. It was impossible to guess her age. She had a few patches of black hair on her head and the woolen dress she wore was at least two sizes too big, held in place with an intricate design of ropes that stretched from her shoulder to her waist. The dress was once probably whit

“Ahh, Queen Fae! I finally met you in person!” “It’s also an honor for me as well, goblin prince.” “Wow, even your voice is heavenly! This is a dream come true!” This goblin prince is quite… peculiar. “Stop it and take a seat.” Oliver quickly dragged him to the chair next to him. By the way, why is Oliver sitting next to me again?

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

No torches needed. At the center stood a single woman, their scrutiny fixed upon her. Ebony hair fell in a curtain around her heart-shaped face, brushing the tips of her ocean-blue eyes. Elysia lifted her shoulders, jaw tight, and stared at the rough stone beneath her feet, each heartbeat a quiet acceptance of what was coming. Sabel waved her hand dismissively. "Seriously?" she scoffed. "You expect me to see our beloved sister—", her voice rose in disbelief, "—as a villain?"

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Germaine could not take her eyes off the creature that stood in front of them. Zar turned to their party and began introductions. "This is Kalo." A female goblin appeared beside him. "And this is Moka. They are mated as well as the keepers of the goblin race." Germaine looked from the dwarf-like creatures and back to Zar. She did not know what to make of the situation. If Zar was a goblin, then how come he was the direct opposite of how these two looked? Questions swam in her mind, and eyes as well, because as Keratin loosened his hold around her waist to move forward and shake the goblins, Zar used that opportunity to stand beside her and whisper into her ear. "I'll explain later."

She wanted to defeat this evil menace herself. In a matter of seconds, she was given a horn. “I am the Princess of Prestoria. What do you want?!” Everyone turned in the direction of the voice. They saw a young beautiful but tattered dressed girl by the window side holding a horn. Octavia eyed the so-called princess creature with disgust. Is this the legendary princess? She laughed out loud and all her soldiers copied, laughing out menacingly. She was macabre. “So you are the little brat everyone keeps talking about. Is that not sweet?!”

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.