The Hobbit Goblin King Novels & Stories

Being one of the Zombie Kings has its perks. My father and many of the other Zombie leaders worked hard to overthrow the humans. We knew they would never live with us in peace. They would hunt us, kill us, and experiment on us. They would never allow us to co-exist as their fear would overtake all common sense.

But the goblin was ugly. His head was squat and a slight divide in the skull made him look like a dragon’s head stitched unceremoniously to the body of a dwarf. His complexion was as brown as a nut, his skin tough in texture and coarse to look at. A golden tooth peeked from inside the thick heavy lips under a nose that looked like a flared-up firework. Broot took his hat down and arched forward in greeting. A soft ‘master’ escaped his lips and Mordant looked up from his copy of the dawn.

- a merman who was on guard, says. - I'll talk to him. - the princess replies, with a mysterious look. She takes Ryan to the king's presence. He was a big man with white hair, who didn't let his age be guessed. He was marching from left to right and when he saw his daughter, he shifted and swam at full speed towards her. Ryan can't help but laugh when the king grabs his daughter by the ear and scolds her. - Melody, how many times have I told you not to intervene with human things? Do you want to put the pod at risk?

I growled. "So you're making decisions like this behind our backs now?" His voice annoyed me, and I could feel Solum shaking. He was scared. I have seen Goblins before on my trips to the world of men. They were monstrous in size, some the size of the house, but this one… Solum's just a kid. "Answer me, Gabriel!!" Magnus ordered. Selene held his hand, trying to pull him back, but he was beyond reasoning. I looked into his eyes, and all I could see was pure hate.

He grumbled bitterly as a hush fell around the room. “That leads us to my Great- Great Grandfather- Lord George Hobbs of The Kings Knights.” Myra flipped the page dramatically. “It is with a heavy heart I have taken up the mantle to serve the King in this time of crisis. A new threat has befallen our people, one that has come from an unexpected source; humans. I, George Hobbs, am taking over for my father since his tragic end at the hands of humans while in service to the crown.” “It turns out a band of these lower beings has discovered our secret and set out to wipe us from existence. They have figured out our weaknesses and hunt as cunning as we do, using our sense of scent and sight again

I snapped, giving the skinhead that stood at the entrance to the cell a sideline glance, not bothering to cover the long phallus tower of my cock when his eyes strayed to my groin. “Y-Your Majesty, It’s Gobar...he’s uh...here to see you,” Hagrid gritted, and something in his tone made me turn to stare him in the eye, hissing when he maintained eye contact before he snapped his gaze away. Gobar. The dark Shadowling Mage that had pledged his allegiance to me what felt like centuries ago. He had seen something in the Burning City...Something he thought he could use, binding me by oath to give it to him when he had worked long enough.

For weeks they have traveled. On their trip they haven't seen anyone of the living, that didn't mean that they weren't seen. In the lair of the orcs and the goblins, the leader enters; his face had a strange smile. He was pleased. His robes moved silently across the hall. "I saw them, the humans, they are near!" he said, not even trying to hide the excitement in his voice. One of the goblins that was sharpening his daggers, moved forward. "Is it true, o, great leader? Did you see the human?" he asked while jumping up and down with excitement.

But near the north door, there is a stairway going up but it's blocked by rubble. Marika runs and opens the northern door and gasps. The light of my lantern streams into the doorway and revealed a huge, muscled monster stooping over. He holds a massive spiked club in one hand and a melon-sized rock on the other hand. It's an Ogre. The Ogre smiles a jagged tooth grin, “I've been expecting you. I am your humble king, Gobler.”

The Witch King had selected a few dozen out of thousands of strong adults to finally succeed in the experiment. The strongest one was like a fierce tiger about to choose its prey. He was the king of the insect warriors! He was at the peak in terms of strength and speed, and was a perfect killing machine! He was created from the corpse of Conrad Gibbs, the First War God. “Go.” The Witch King ordered the guards to remove the chains from these insect soldiers and pointed toward the exit, saying, “Kill all the intruders. Leave no one alive!” “Roar...”

The five of us were trapped inside a magical net capable of nullifying our powers. “Shit,” Aris said angrily. Suddenly it began to shake, and goblins came out of the ground. They were different from the goblins that helped us in the wasteland; these ones looked smaller. Once they were all below us, one of them began to laugh. I knew right away that he was the leader. “This loot is very powerful,” the goblin said. “I wonder what we can do with them.” The goblins started laughing, and suddenly I saw my mother in the background.