Short Goblin Novels & Stories

The hoard of goblins hissed and spat at me, bearing their pointed jagged teeth as they chattered menacingly. Goblins were small creatures, but together they gave true meaning to the phrase strength in numbers. Their attitude changed drastically when a few of their kind came to back up a single goblin. A smirk crossed my lips at their ridiculous attempt at being threatening. It might have worked against a small dog, but certainly not me. The smirk angered them further and they chattered more, dancing and bobbing about with

They have no choice but to fight. “They’re too many. What are we going to do now?” Cybelle mumbled while summoning her double sword. “Angelo, stay by my side.” Angelo hummed while trembling because he never seen that kind of creature in his entire life. Goblin is an evil creature. Their appearance is almost small like dwarfs, and outright malicious, with hairy skin in green color, having sharp and long ears, big mouth and crooked sharp teeth—in short, ugly. They like to steal weapons, especially gold and jewelry, and any things that can be useful. Also, goblins like to kidnap girls as their plaything, torturing them until they die. They are more cunning than humans, but they are also a cowar

She's wearing a black sleeveless so you can see her cleavage, short shorts, and black heels. "Hi," I said. I grab the opportunity because I might claim her too. She closed the door before facing me. She frowned as soon as she sees me and her forehead creased until she suddenly smiled. ***

It probably felt nice to have someone look out for her. I had left a good impression, Gwen felt she was being protected by me. It was the first time we had ever held hands. We got to another door, the inn's main entrance. An elf with short stubby legs walked up to us carrying shots of clear wine on a tray. He was probably from the north mountain, a place called "Creek." It was a dwelling of elves. They had been brought to the inn for the aesthetic. Elf waiters made red moon inn unique.

I heard the majority of the goblins gasping in reaction to what I did, yet none of them dropped their weapons yet. "Drop your weapon!" a newly arrived goblin shouted as soon as he recognized me. "Hello, Hannipkah." I greeted Hannipkah, who was not actually my friend. Rather, we are more than business partners. "Hulk!" William innocently pointed at Hannipkah. I chuckled at my son's comment because Hannipkah really looks like the fictional character in the comics. All of his tribe members are short; they are like four to five feet tall, but Hannipkah is a large man; maybe he's seven feet now, and his face looks more human than the natural goblin faces.

Goblins have short fangs and claws, and their skin is tinged in green variations depending on the areas they are from and have facial tattoos of complex lines lining their jaw or sometimes one side of their face depending on their strength. We came to the river and waded in following it upstream for a few miles, feeling that it was sufficient, and our trail lost we exited the river and headed back into the trees searching for cover, careful not to leave a trail they could follow. “There’s a cave a few miles up.” Gia announced, and pointed in the proper direction. Her gift of controlling and speaking with the earth was amazingly helpful. “Let’s go then. I’m freezing.” Sunama muttered through

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

"A little too young I see. But I don't think the goblins will mind." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME TOU SICK BASTARD," Luna yells at him. "I'm not going to do anything. You see, goblins don't have any females in their ranks. They procreate by breeding with other females of different species, and like I said before I lost a lot of good soldiers today and I need to grow my army. You might not be able to produce any children yet, but I doubt that they won't try to have their way with you. For now, we will just keep you alive until you can. The other women here have been producing young goblins for us for a while now."

Vino replied in an undertone. "Look," Zac whispered to Ivana. "A goblin!" Ivana's sharp eyes had glimpsed the small creature hiding against the craggy stalagmites. Nerida had seen the goblin, too. She flew over and rendered him completely still. "Why are you skulking here?" Orlando questioned quietly. The creature had rolling eyes and wide mouth. His arms and legs were thin. His feet and hands were the size of his head. He had three fingers and two toes. He was badly disproportioned.

The people inside the carriage, along with the coachmen, shared a look with each other. “Young miss, did you not see that horned goblin?” The coachmen replied, also with a question. I glanced back at the goblin group. Now that I see it, I saw one of the goblins being bigger than the rest. Its colour is the same as the other goblins, but it has a pair of horns on its forehead. “That goblin is the goblin general, namely smarter than a normal goblin. Although we have some adventurers here, but we can’t win against that one.” The coachman added.