The Red Goblin Novels & Stories

Siku requested once inside what was left of the Castle still standing. "He is too powerful to be defeated like that," said the redcap goblin. "The griffin is a powerful creature and the creature's blood runs through his veins. He is not ordinary," the redcap goblin added. "I would not be able to attack him directly, he would eliminate me but I have a plan provided you can get me what I need," the redcap goblin said. The goblin got closer and said, "I can make him fight himself but I will require something of you if only you can do it," he said.

"There are wanted posters all over the city. How long do you think you can hide?" Corbin blinked, then pulled a small bottle from his pocket and waved it in front of me. "That's exactly why we have to move fast." The liquid inside was clear. My stomach plummeted. "What are you doing?" His smile widened, and the madness behind it was no longer something he could contain. "Gage, have you ever wondered what acid feels like on your face?" My eyes went wide. I shot to my feet and tried to back away, but he was faster. He twisted the cap off and flung the contents at me. In that split second, someone came hurtling out of nowhere and yanked me clear.

voices spoke from behind the rocks. Sweat formed on Lily's forehead, and her heart started beating irregularly. Before she could react and hide from the mysterious voices, two goblins jumped in her direction. They were hideously ugly, with broad noses, flat faces, pointed ears, and wide mouths filled with small but sharp fangs. Their skin ranged from deep red to shades of orange and yellow, with members of the same tribe sharing similar skin colors. The two goblins salivated excessively. "D- Delicious meat, stop! We just want to be friends with you," one of the goblins with a shorter height said, attempting to negotiate.

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.

“You hag! What have you done to me? You cursed me?!” “No, that is your real form, rotten, horrifying, grotesque, and anathema, do you really think you could stay long wearing that mask? You are the impostor, Red, the creature that came from under the earth, I summon you for one simple task,” the old hag revealed. Red was horrified that she remained speechless. “The girl that you’ve stolen of features, the girl you almost succeeded in killing, I want her, bring her here, to me. I will reward you with a price that you couldn’t resist,”

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.

“I didn’t take you for a gold digger either.” “I AM NOT!” Aian exclaimed frustratingly. He tried to calm down and had to take several deep breaths until his heart didn’t feel like it would jump out of his throat. He looked over to the filing cabinet on the other side of the room, avoiding their eyes, and mumbled out. “He’s my twin flame.” Silence reigned and Aian looked back to see both of the men staring at him, uncomprehending. “He’s my twin flame,” he said, louder this time. “He’s the one on the other end of my red string.”

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you

You’ll need it. “Alright,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips, “let’s go.” My wolf lifts her head and lets out a howl that cuts through the still air. Her presence brushes against my mind, eager, and strong. She’s mentally fifteen now. Ezra and I are at forty percent. Professor Sloane has helped me more than she’ll ever know. - Goblins—short, green-skinned pests with long ears and crude armor. They never fight head-on. Cowards by nature. They swarm, corner, and separate their prey before dragging it down.

“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?”