Reincarnated As A Goblin Novels & Stories

“You will go back , if you could find a dying body that you would reincarnate into, in the next 20 minutes.” I looked down at my hands, slender, fairer than mine ever have been . My body…. this body.… it wasn’t mine. I reincarnated. Does that mean I found a dying body? And this Gabriella… she must’ve been the dying girl. “My daughter, the operation was successful.” The old man said. “Erm- erm.” I stuttered. “No ooo.” One of the women suddenly cut in. “Don’t talk yet.” The other woman interrupted gently, “Rest, okay?”

The claws softened into sharp-edged nails. The goblin blinked, tears welling at the corners of his bulging eyes. “Master…” he whispered. “Forgive Ghulik, Master.” Relief crashed over Gildeon like a wave. He slumped to the floor, chest rising and falling, and slowly shifted back into his mortal form. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He managed a tired, loose smile as he reached for the goblin’s small hand. “You’re back. That’s all I want.” “Ghulik needs sleep, Master…” the goblin murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

Zen couldn’t help but wonder if the magician’s specialisation quest was simpler. “At this rate, you might become the first to grow a hobgoblin using healing magic,” Lorren teased after Zen messed up the number of bones again on his second attempt. “It’s alright. We’ll practise regrowing important parts of a human using this goblin, then shift to a shaman goblin so that you can understand how to sense mana flow.” Looking at the deformed goblin with one human hand and one goblin hand, Zen mentally apologised to the monster. He promised to put it out of its misery as soon as he mastered the art of regrowing body parts.

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

He had the most beautiful sea green eyes I'd ever seen…but that's not why I'm here. Ahem. “ And I don't believe you're my date. So, why're you here?” He asked calmly. This time, the coldness was gone. ~~~Pierce’’s POV ~~~ It's her. The girl my vehicle collided with after speaking to her harshly at the exhibition in my past life. Was she reborn too? She seems…different. Her poise and mannerisms have changed too. “ I'm Kara Jones, Serena Jones stepsister and the adopted elder daughter of the Jones family.” she said after I looked up from my tab.

Alexander reached over, his long fingers gently lacing through hers and lifting her hand to his lips, pressing a slow, warm kiss against the back of her skin. "Congratulations, Victoria," Alexander rasped softly, his voice carrying a protective warmth reserved only for her. "Your father's legacy is coming home." Twenty minutes later, the high-security transfer room beneath the auction floor was deathly quiet. Victoria stood before the reinforced steel counter as the masked curator placed the heavy glass case containing her father's drive into her hands. The cool weight of the obsidian drive felt like a massive anchor in her palms, grounding her after weeks of brutal corporate warfare and bet

He asked in a teasing manner. She wanted to throw her macaron at him, but recalling Agathus’ warning voice she held back with a frown. Alastair was glad to see that Alexis didn’t return his behaviour with a smile. ‘I should give Agathus that bonus’ he thought with a smile. ‘But more importantly…’ he frowned, knowing how difficult goblin infestations were to control. Countless deaths had been at the hands of those extremely small but strong beings. A goblin was the result of a feral dwarf. They lose their mind and shy away from the sun and then their skin changes colour and they attack any humans on sight.

He murmurs. "Once you get reincarnated, it is normal to have a new body and look. Actually... I was kinda jealous as a man because you got cuter in your new look. Therefore, you can have all the chicks, you don't want to? In addition, you had an advantage because you got reincarnated as a ten years old boy." Zenobios explained. "W-Wait on a second, did I died?" Tristan asked while looking at the sky with his right eyebrow up.

Rebecca replied, stretching her hands to Ginger. Ginger took it immediately and a bright light flashed before her eyes, causing her to close them. When she opened them, a gasp escaped her lips as she was now staring at her reflection but in reality. “What is going on?” She asked. “You are me now, you are Rebecca Antlas and you will forever be Rebecca Antlas until you breathe your last. You are alive Rebecca and so I must take another form, a form that is already dead.” “So does this mean, we won't meet again? This is goodbye?”

"This is a library. Some of the books are sensitive." "Sorry." I wasn't really sorry. "I need to ask you something." The gargoyle tilted his head, it's eyes fixed on me. "About your soul wound?" "Yes." I moved closer. "If I know who caused it, could you tell me what it is?" "What do you know?" His tail swished back and forth. I took a breath. "I might be a reincarnated soul. My old self made a deal with Asmodeus." Cornelius went very still. For a moment, I thought he might fly away in terror. He was a demon after all. So perhaps he would know the weight and the significance. Then he nodded slowly.