The Goblin Restaurant Novels & Stories

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.

"Should we ... should we try to communicate with it?" "I don't know," Alec says. "It could be dangerous." But the goblin doesn't seem aggressive. It's still making its strange gurgling noises, but it's looking up at us with wide, curious eyes. I crouch down to get a better look at it. "Hey there," I say softly, "do you understand us?” The goblin cocks its head to the side, but it doesn’t seem to understand. It takes a few steps backwards and cocks its head at the bushes it came from.

Stepping back, we watched as the door in front of us began to slowly open, filling the area around us with blinding light and boisterous noises and music. "Welcome." A troll with yellow and brown teeth said, stepping aside. "Welcome to Goblinaspur." I could feel my heartbeat quickening as Asher stepped into the pub beyond. Turning, he motioned for Ashton and I to follow. Sucking in a breath, I began to move, with Ashton following closely on my heels.

He corrected the accusation. Shadow frowned at that but scratched her temple while thinking. “How far along is your investigation?” “Quite a few. If you don’t mind, would you like to visit my place?” James and David clenched their jaws although their eyes were quivering. She was invited to the goblin's house? How much respect did this goblin have for Shadow? A goblin house was something akin to the impossible dream. They regard their home as a sacred temple. No human should grace their presence nor come near the place if they wanted to live longer.

Let's not cause trouble if we can, I promise that I am okay" I explained to them softly. I turned around and walked away, then waited for the goblin to push the button and then we got in. Their worried looks was the last thing I saw before the door closed again I walked back alone to my room, the goblin still in front of me and chattering away about how excited they all were that the long awaited queen and mistress of the house was finally here. "I didn't get your name" I said the moment we stopped in front of my door. "My Queen" he replied as he bowed low to me. "a unique name you have there" I said teasingly. I could have sworn the odd looking goblin blushed or something. "I wanted to ask

The worst part, he was looking right at me, nothing else…just me, with those dark, deep pools of blue. I tried to make myself comfortable by looking out the window and admiring the skyscrapers, buildings, cars and gorgeous skies littered with soft clouds which moved in around. Freely. Once, I was free like that. But now, I was trapped, caged with this devil of a man beside me which always found a way to make me mad. “ We're here sir.” The driver announced as the came to a halt in front of Gambino Ristorante. The Gambino family restaurant and just like the house, the restaurant was an epitome of class and danger at once.

I swung my legs around and stepped out from my side, finding myself standing before a high-end, heavily enclosed restaurant. "Let's go," he instructed curtly, taking long strides toward the entrance before I even had a second to protest. We walked into an establishment that had zero other guests, a place clearly designed for high-society night-walkers. The aesthetics were unmistakable: dimly lit, gothic, refined, with menu options featuring dishes only vampires would ever dream of ordering. *Are we in the West of Sable City?* That was the only plausible explanation for an establishment like this.

Once again, with zero self-restraint, I polished off every last bite. After freeloading meals for three days in a row, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghostly roommate was not just good-tempered. It also knew how to manage a household well. I took out a yellow sticky note from the drawer and wrote in thick black marker. [Hey, what’s your name? I feel bad about always eating your food.] I placed the note neatly in the center of the dining table. The next morning, breakfast was laid out on the table as usual.

The little goblin chuckled nervously and replied: "A dozen? Try hundreds. And they will come after us. From every village in the area. And they have sorcerers too. We don't have much time. We need to go, now!" Nio glanced at the tavern. He could see silhouettes at the windows, but no one was coming out. "So, what's your name goblin?": he asked. "Shieena. Please, let's move.": the goblin answered, even more nervous than before. "Don't worry Shieena, I won't let anyone hurt you. I am Nio. Thanks for the warning. You probably saved my life back there. How did you come to be here?": Nio asked calmly.

I wondered if he was purposely trying to appear more powerful that Edge. "Are you looking forward to witnessing your first gargoyle coronation?" Graves still held my hand. I pulled it away slowly, fighting the urge to wipe it off. "Sure." "I think you'll enjoy it. As you can see, we are roasting a goblin shark and there will be fish cakes, shellfish salad, and horseradish stew." His gaze bored into me. I wondered what the horrible smell was when I first came in. "Sounds great," I lied, trying to appear excited.