The Goblin Restaurant Novels & Stories

The Red Dragon Pavilion stood nestled between two larger buildings, its ornate exterior a stark contrast to the modern structures that flanked it. Red lanterns hung from the eaves, swaying gently in the evening breeze, casting dancing shadows across the gold-trimmed entrance. Steve's eyes narrowed as he studied the establishment. That was the name of the restaurant Sleazy had led them to—a place that, at first glance, appeared to be nothing more than a quaint dining spot. However, Steve's instincts, honed through years of navigating the supernatural underworld, told him differently.

“ We are sorry master but we won’t release him. He has been interacting with another world where goblins reside… those filthy creature are … ” Hayden interrupted Neil as soon as he hears the word “ Goblins ” “ How do you mean? Goblins live in the other world ? ” “ Yes they do. Those dirty creatures won’t he allowed in double world. They are as dangerous as they are ugly. Even if … ” “ Enough! ” Hayden yell to Neil’s surprise. “ Do not speak ill of the Goblins and I shall need to see my father ” Hayden stunned Neil and his two men by his words of defense towards the Goblins. He look extremely angry and murderous that Neil quickly make way for him to pass when he demanded to see his father.

- Yes, full of those, - the goblin muttered, - pies are like pies, it’s not surprising how unheard of. According to Akulina, it was clear that she still had a lot of questions for us, but looking at how the goblin and I were eating pies, sighing, she nevertheless joined the meal. The pies did not leave her indifferent, but after praising Mitrich, the girl received exactly the same answer as I had before her.

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

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.

I looked at the goblins and observed their moves. 3 months ago, I had slain a lot of beasts in the war, but I never encountered goblins. All my life, I never saw one, and this is the first time I saw them. These creatures are scary as they enjoy eating flesh of humans and giants. As far as I observe, demons controlled the mind of the goblins that’s why they aren’t afraid and more aggressive. “BATCH 5 CHARGE!” the superior of the giant ordered, and ten members of the giant warrior made their way outside.

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.

It wasn’t very difficult to understand goblin words. “Gobo, gogo bogo, gobobo bo,” Zen rehearsed in front of the shady merchant, who stared at him incredulously. He knew that it was his job to drop hints for players. Zen was a special player from the moment he set foot in the dungeon. However, he didn’t think the kid would be serious about learning a fictional language for monsters, all for the sake of a quest. It wasn’t even a practical skill. Why was this coffee candy so serious?