The Red Goblin Novels & Stories

"So, have you heard from Alistair since then?" "I am not sure, but someone has been calling me on the phone and claiming that they know who I really am. They even mentioned that I was Andrea Garner." Back when I was in New Jersey, Pablo and I worked for Alistair. He also had changed his name from Julio to Pablo. Pablo's case differed from mine because he didn't steal from Alistair. He used to collect money from the people who borrowed money from my crazy ex-boss. When he got tired of the job, he simply ran away.

“Look down, Half–my lady.” Instinctively, her eyes met with a purple-colored goblin with red eyes. She wanted to scream and run, but flashes of memories in her dream made her stop. She was indeed familiar with the stature of the creature from her sketches. All she could do was widened her eyes in an attempt to get shocked or scared. But weirdly, she was not afraid even if her mind told her to get nervous. “What-what are you? I swear I saw your kind in my dreams.”

"A little too young I see. But I don't think the goblins will mind." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME TOU SICK BASTARD," Luna yells at him. "I'm not going to do anything. You see, goblins don't have any females in their ranks. They procreate by breeding with other females of different species, and like I said before I lost a lot of good soldiers today and I need to grow my army. You might not be able to produce any children yet, but I doubt that they won't try to have their way with you. For now, we will just keep you alive until you can. The other women here have been producing young goblins for us for a while now."

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.

His sharp gaze softened slightly as he regarded her. “Why wouldn’t I? But what surprised me was you coming back again. I never thought I would receive a message from your little toy.” Aurora rolled her eyes. Gabriel knows about the machine. Aurora created the same AI for their business. But it was just a fragment of Red. Lucian becomes serious. He became interested in the toy Gabriel was saying. \ “When are you going to let us use Red too?” ‘Red?’ Lucian suddenly remembers the conversation he heard from Aurora last night. She was talking with Red.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

When they took out the object that was in the bag, I wanted to vomit so much. It was a decapitated man's head. You could say that she was still fresh with blood still flowing, but what caught my attention was her eyes.His pupils were red and the rest was black. Oh no, they killed a giant! "So you probably understood what he is, but do you know who he is, Your Majesty? By intuition that I hoped was false, I knew exactly who this man was. I swallowed and asked who he was.

His heart skipped a beat at what he saw below. Goblins. There must have been at least a hundred of the foul creatures, running and waving their crude swords and spears. They streamed down from a gap in the far valley wall, some distance West of where Randey stood. Where they had come from he couldn’t imagine. But though he had never actually seen a Goblin, he knew that’s what they were. He’d heard enough tales from his parents to recognize them. Their wild, guttural cries echoed from the valley walls, wafting up to Randey’s horrified ears.

I activated my sense skill. Unlike the mass of white auras that the goblin lackeys and commanders emitted, the goblin chieftain’s aura is red in my eyes. That could mean imminent power, or he is simply hostile. Inside this swamped forest, his figure stood out like a sore thumb, among all other goblins. Well, his size is like a ten-ton truck with extra muscle and ferocity, so that’s a given. Once in a while, his lower jaw; one equipped with hardened armor that shields his lower jaw to his broad neck, hung loose, and he breathed out a hot breath, as seen by the smoke going out from it.

I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne. Walk up three steps and twirled around, hitting my cape for a climatic effect as I sat down, crossing a leg over the other. Bastion appears on my side. The look on the three princes' faces as my Phantom Knights and other servants surrounded them. They have never seen humanoid animals and monsters living in the castle as my servants. They feel uncomfortable and threatened by how they could be easily killed on my orders. The princes had also never seen Bastian, a ghoul with gray-blue skin and bright white eyes, stand next to me as ghouls are considered flesh-eating monsters who can take on the form of the person they ate.