The Goblin Universe Novels & Stories

Arlen could not comprehend what was going on until his eyes opened and he saw four green-looking faces staring down at him. These were goblins- unsightly creatures formed from cultivational practices gone wrong. Despite their lack of good height, they did not pass at being cruel. They used to be common in Cloverdale, where they would steal children and the elderly. Standing on two feet like humans, they had shapeshifting abilities they used to lure their victims. Arlen could barely breathe as a three-foot-long tongue drooled beside him. "Hold him down. I'll get the knife," a voice he could liken to that of the innkeeper spoke.

Having faced Trolls and Goblins before, the Fairies and Elves knew how to defeat them. While the trolls were 10 feet tall, they were not very intelligent. Small and tricky, goblins posed a greater threat than trolls because they were unstable and chaotic. Using magical means, the Elves make the Goblins explode, leaving behind a yellow slimy goo residue. Fairies sprayed buckets of fairy dust on the Trolls, and they fell face forward, knocking down trees and destroying anything around them. "Timber!" the fairies yelled with delight

My senses all in alert, I activated my Evil eyes ready for that unknown creature… the groaning intensified, the creature approached revealing its appearance… Small in size, green skin, ugly face and pointy ears… it held a handmade spear with a pointy rock at the edge… the creature reeked of bad smell and was not alone… This creature that preys on women and raids human villages without leaving a soul behind, usually lives in small groups, but when they are under stronger beast guidance… they become a threat that must be subjugated… So it was them who preyed on women of the capitol… these heinous creatures called “Cave dwellers” or more commonly…Goblins! I am surrounded by them… how many are t

Zen explained. Goblins aren’t monsters with naturally gifted physical or spiritual talents. A hobgoblin evolution was considered uncommon, and brutes were rare. A goblin mage was a terrible foreshadowing because when there was a magician and not a shaman, they were more intelligent than hobgoblins. After dealing with a hobgoblin commander, Zen finally understood why Stoneberry Keep was suffering. The hobgoblin commander at the main camp keeping Gunter busy was merely a distraction. If the magician was the leader, everything they faced was most likely a decoy.

We do not wish to war with you so I will show you How we reproduce, " The Godling said. One of the six goblin took out an egg from their belly, Eros and his men we stocked to see that. "This is an egg we can reproduce them our self. Inside, there are Three Goblin child so you see we don't need for women or even sex."The goblin said "Let Say we believe you Then who are these goblin"Eros 'Haha, little man, you don't know anything that not a goblin we call them Gobling He Said. '' Well they look like you ''Eros

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

"I don't, Deke. There is no story. Do you think regular people are ready to hear about gargoyles and goblins? They don't want to know the truth. They want to be told their life is exactly how they expect it to be." "Can't argue with that." "So, what is happening with the goblins?" "We're trying to make peace, but I don't expect it will last. They have an agenda." "What is that agenda?" "To take over the world, and they've made far more inroads than we expected. They have infiltrated news organizations, entertainment, government intelligence…" "So, what do we do?" "Well, someone writing stories about this stuff would help. I doubt you'd get a newspaper to print them, but there is the internet

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.

“Excuse me…hello? Can someone explain why there’s a green short ogre in the room?” The goblin stopped and looked at Celeste. “Ogre?” He practically yelled. “Who're you calling short?” I sat up straight with a faint smile. “He’s a goblin. And my loyal servant.” Celeste gazed wide-eyed between the two of us. “A what?” “Goblin,” I completed. “They exist?” she asked, shocked. “Since forever,” the goblin answered. Her fingers dug into the blankets. “And you’re just…fine with this?”

“Go on.” “There is a plantation there but its just a front…” The goblin lets out a cough from his lungs. A huff that would have spewed blood if the wounds on his body were still present on his form. His own body betrays him and acts like it still has those wounds even though there isn’t any physical evidence of such. The spell that Garth uses is one that is implemented in the body but never restores the mind from past experiences. In essence, even though there is no wounds on his small body, he still felt the phantom pains that those engravings once created. Garth’s large hand slips grips the creature's throat nice and hard. The sensation of the leather gloves that he wore reaps through the