The Lonely Shining Goblin Novels & Stories

For awhile. The goblin’s dark skin shined with a pearlescent hue, blooming red and then returning as he flushed with arousal. His long thick member began stretching. Lengthening into the size of a small arm. Stretching like a tentacle as I fought to close my legs. I felt the spiked tip brushing through my lips and forcing between as it strained my entrance, ready to slam in until reaching my womb. He’d barely have to thrust to spill his vile seed. I needed help. Or this was going to hurt.

I shout, he looks down at the ground and shockingly begins to cry. I move even further away slightly feeling like this was gonna take a bad turn, he wipes his eyes looking at me tears rolling down his face. "Layla listen to me, I know the things I do are scary but I always have yours and Gabbie's best interests at heart" he starts, I stare at him utterly confused, who the heck is he taking about?! "I know you hate the life I live but it's just this one last job, you'll wait outside with Gabbie and straight after it's done we'll run away with each other" he cries, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking around the woods, is this guy hallucinating? "I know baby but trust me, nothing is gonn

It was at this moment that Evelyn's assistant called. The assistant sounded excited when the call connected. "Ms. Brook, I found a lead while tracking Mr. Shaw. We've confirmed that he's in Lyseria." The moment Evelyn heard that, she felt like she was suddenly wide awake. The restlessness inside of her finally had found a way to go. She didn't have the slightest clue that I had actually gone to Lyseria. "I don't care what it takes. Find Robin's exact location. I want to see him!" she said stubbornly.

“He _took_ Four _for me_.” She started _crying_. _Relief_. Nero was there. Tempo. Echo. _Pack_. _Family_. But I was looking at Rylan. And the _shadow_ under his skin. _Moving_. _Hungry_. _Seven_. _Plus One_. ---

And, knowing Selene, she’d soothe his ruffled feathers, or fur, just enough to avoid getting throttled next time. Before we could argue further, a baby’s wail split the air, followed by Lucifer’s distressed voice: “I have this little goblin! You finish feeding the other one!” Selene and I looked at each other, mouthing, little goblin? “I didn’t even know he came with us,” I whispered. “Did he just shimmer straight into the house?” Selene frowned. “Why does he sound like… like the father of said goblin?” We crept inside and froze.

Hearing Freya's blatant lies, I furiously lunged at her. She was lying. I never called her to curse at her! She was the liar! However, my soul passed straight through her. No matter how much rage I felt, I couldn't touch her. I crouched down in frustration. Weren't ghosts supposed to be powerful? Why was I so useless? Patrick spoke again, his voice turning even colder. "Freya, you're certain that Aubree called you often to insult you? That she even wished for you to die soon?"

Mysterious Woman I walked through the gardens without a single destination. The night air was cool. Purple Gardens was too beautiful. I didn't trust beautiful things. Beautiful things usually concealed something. Mr. Green concealed many things. I knew one of them. The Wizard. That alone should have made remaining here unacceptable. Instead, I felt safer on his property than I had anywhere in years. That was a problem.

A gun would have been the best option, but her niece and nephews are usually around most weekends, so a baseball bat was the next best option and she made sure to always keep it just within arms reach. So, it was strange that when she reached out to grab it, and it wasn't there, then it clicked in her head, the missing baseball bat was not the only strange thing in the room, the floor was strange, her bookshelf was missing, the room was painted a different colour from hers. Instantly, it was like her head had been cleared of the fug that once clouded it, and it dawned on her, This was not her room. Just then, she heard a voice behind her.

Roxanne and I were left alone. "I want you to see my artwork." She said and showed me a painting. "What can you say?" Rox asked me. It was a very beautiful painting of a land that was full of green grass. There are two people with their backs to each other and holding hands. It's a portrait of mother and daughter. I look at her and smile. "It's perfect," I commented. She smiled back, but it was a sad smile. "Not yet! Dad is not here yet" She said." I was about to ask when a group of people approached her. I guess they congratulate her, so I decided to look around.

They were at the edge of unknown territory where the powerful weapon was. “Gobog!” the hobgoblin commanded, and the small team of scouts scattered. Behind him, the shamans started weaving their spells under the moon, borrowing the power of darkness to find a guiding wind. It took too long for the goblin scouts to return. The hobgoblin grew impatient after nearly two hours of waiting and no news. This was why minions were useless! Nobody could get anything done right. Fine! He would do it himself. With the cowardly shamans following behind, the hobgoblin cleared a path and forged forward, not knowing where the cave was. However, the shamans were great at tracking and soon found a trail for on