Romans & histoires The Lonely Shining Goblin

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?"

Luca reclined on the couch in the Falcone’s residence, one leg propped up on a cushioned stool. The faint edge of a bandage peeked out beneath the collar of his shirt, evidence of the wound still healing beneath. Lucia toddled across the rug with determined little steps, a stuffed giraffe clutched in her chubby hands. Her giggle echoed through the room, bright and triumphant. “Hey there, bambina,” Luca said, his lips tugging into a grin. “You bringing that to me, or is it a bribe?”

And they were going to pay with their blood. At last, Clint rounded on the final goblin who'd attacked them. Their grey, slate-like skin was natural to the underground cities where the goblins preferred to live. "W-wait!" the goblin screeched in her familiar, high-pitched whine. "My liege!" Damon stopped. His haunches raised, every hair on his body on end, he stared down at the small goblin who'd come here. Defied him. Attacked him.

Even pushing together, we can't move the rock. The goblins are too close now. Within a matter of seconds, they'll be on us. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. There it is. The tiny flicker inside of me. Focusing on it, I let it grow ... and then I unleash it. The rock rolls down the hill and hits the first goblin. It screams as it's knocked off its feet and tumbles down the rocky terrain. The rock hits a couple more goblins, and the sight is gruesome. They definitely won't be getting back up. The rest of their buddies shriek in terror and back away, knowing they're in for something similar.

A chilling gust of wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a message, barely audible but filled with impending danger. Our victory had attracted the attention of a far more formidable adversary, one whose power and malevolence surpassed anything we had faced before. The shadows danced, conspiring against us, as a chilling laughter echoed through the darkened forest. In the distance, a pair of glowing eyes pierced through the gloom, their intensity radiating an otherworldly energy. The sinister figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a creature of the night—a formidable foe known as the Nightshade, a legendary being whispered about in hushed tones.

The windows were blocked and no sunlight could pass through inside the room, but the flowers were still full of life. It was like a garden of hope and mystery. Bars of gold were scattered on the floor. And there at the middle was a man sleeping under a soft cushion, like a prince waiting for his princess’ kiss. He seemed to be in a deep sleep. He didn’t even feel that an intruder entered his room. And then suddenly, I heard tiny voices whispering around. “It’s the Goblin’s Bride.” “The bride is here.” “Look! It’s the bride! It’s the bride!”

Untouchable. Judith had never believed in ghosts until Annie McBrown came back from the dead as Annie Yin. That evening, back in her walk-in closet, Judith sat on the plush velvet stool in front of her vanity, eyes locked on her reflection. The soft lighting from the crystal sconces cast a warm glow over the marble counters and mirrored walls, but it didn’t touch her. She had taken off her makeup, scrubbed away every layer of concealer, foundation, and highlighter, yet she hadn’t moved since. Her skin was bare, almost pallid in the low light. Her scarf—silk, white, embroidered with tiny golden leaves—still clung to her neck like a noose.

A group of goblins is called a horde, while female goblins are referred to as hags, crones, or goblette. APPEARANCE AND BEHAVIOR Despite having unappealing looks, goblins are beings having human characteristics. They are small, dark-skinned creatures, almost resembling a dwarf; there are some giant goblins whose height can be up to 6 feet.They have big ears and noses, with filthy, yellow, crooked teeth.They can be stout or thin, with thick brows. They have a rough, slightly high-pitched voice, mixing human language with their own.Blood acidifies when a goblin smiles. If they laugh, milk turns sour and fruits fall from trees.Goblins are usually found in caves, rock crevices, and roots of anci

His hair is dark and low. "Dear Shadow walkers," he says loudly. I stand frozen in the spot taking deep breaths as the place gets crowded with the dwellers coming of out their houses. My heartbeat has gotten faster as they stare at me. I look to the ground, trying to calm myself. "This is Alice," Gabriel announces, pointing at me. "Alice Lintle." A few persons gasp in shock while other whisper to one another. "Let's welcome her as one of hers," he adds staring at me. His blue eyes are piercing. "Come," he whispers, stretching his hand to take mine. I look around as I let him take my hand. His grip is gentle as he holds my wrist. "To greatness," he yells, raising my arm high. The crowd cheers

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.