Short Goblin Novels & Stories

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

And they were going to pay with their blood. At last, Clint rounded on the final goblin who'd attacked them. Their grey, slate-like skin was natural to the underground cities where the goblins preferred to live. "W-wait!" the goblin screeched in her familiar, high-pitched whine. "My liege!" Damon stopped. His haunches raised, every hair on his body on end, he stared down at the small goblin who'd come here. Defied him. Attacked him.

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.

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.

One pointer finger press on his lips to urge her to keep silent. The left cage consists of two male goblins. Both are naked and one of them is bound with chains wrapped around his back and his legs spread open also chained. The bound goblin is way too young not even old enough to please a woman with his cock but with older male goblins that is a different story altogether. He is in bondage, on a table with his lower half facing the other male creature who is much older, gruff sounding and has a white beard growing from his face. A firm smack on the chest of the bound surfaces like a gunshot.

For awhile. The goblin’s dark skin shined with a pearlescent hue, blooming red and then returning as he flushed with arousal. His long thick member began stretching. Lengthening into the size of a small arm. Stretching like a tentacle as I fought to close my legs. I felt the spiked tip brushing through my lips and forcing between as it strained my entrance, ready to slam in until reaching my womb. He’d barely have to thrust to spill his vile seed. I needed help. Or this was going to hurt.

With this characteristic, in addition to their sharp pointed ears and their defined teeth, anyone who hadn’t lived beneath a rock their entire life would identify these creatures as goblins. Of course, given how fierce goblins were known to be, there was no way that these two were adult goblins. They were only in their formative years, and if compared to a human child, would only be around seven or eight years old. However, despite their innocence and inability to do any real harm, the other human captives inside of the wooden carriage shied away from them, leaving a large space occupied by nothing other than the rusty chain that bound them together. One young girl in particular was unable t

With each step Chelsea heard the sloshing sounds of their boots against the wet ground , just ahead of them they could hear sounds of scampering and loud yells for help . They exchanged worried glances with each other and rushed in the direction of the voice . A little far away in a small opening , Lord Leopold Garcia was leaning against a tree , with a look of extreme terror on his face. He was surrounded by what Chelsea thought were goblins in loincloth at least they looked like Goblins - their skin was bottle green , they were stretching their long elongated fingers as if considering whether or not to put them around Lord Garcia 's throat and silence him altogether . Some of them were sni

“Greeting to our benevolent Lord Shadow. This humble goblin is answering your call.” David stumbled in the air and nearly fell down. Luckily, the goblin was fast enough to catch him with one hand. James hung his mouth wide open. A goblin? A goblin he said? The powerful entity graced himself in front of humans? Really? Goblins lived in solitary. A few disguised as humans and lived amongst humans, many of them cut off contact with other beings and lived among themselves. That’s because they lived in a crony. However, a few oddballs lived alone among humans and were arrogant to boot.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c