The Red Goblin Novels & Stories

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?”

Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job. "Angelo Giansson" "Present." She was reminded of Xavier's unbecoming reaction earlier. 'Lemon, what does that mean? Did Khai's scent stick to me?' "Edward Kjiellberg" "Present." She sniffs the hems of her sweatshirt, 'Holy crap, it did.' "Ashleigh Marie Nordin" "Present." Great, now she has to make sure Khai and Xavier never cross paths. Not that she had any plans of introducing them to each other in the first place, but still.

It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind. The woman was in awe. She then glanced at the animals that surrounded her. In an instant, her jaw dropped, witnessing the unusual features of every animal. One had four eyes, while others had flowers growing from their antlers. The critters on the woman’s lap moved, softly bumping their scarlet nose against her. Their gem-like eyes widened as their irises dilated in excitement. The woman responded to them, carefully caressing their faces. As she bowed down to meet the critters’ gaze, strands of her hair got loose from the back of her ear. Promptly, the waves bounced. Revealing its bright red hue.

Haley It seems blood red wolves have used this book as a journal and it gets passed down to the next one. The last entry is from the fifties. I can’t believe what I am reading. This has got to be some sick joke right? ‘December 1952 A dark witch has successfully created a potion that will make a blood red wolf obedient to her master. There is no known cure at this time. My mother is lost, gone and I’m never going to get her back. Blood red wolves beware, trust no one. I have gone into hiding deep in the woods where no humans or wolves live. It’s a hard life but at least I am free.’

“ We are sorry master but we won’t release him. He has been interacting with another world where goblins reside… those filthy creature are … ” Hayden interrupted Neil as soon as he hears the word “ Goblins ” “ How do you mean? Goblins live in the other world ? ” “ Yes they do. Those dirty creatures won’t he allowed in double world. They are as dangerous as they are ugly. Even if … ” “ Enough! ” Hayden yell to Neil’s surprise. “ Do not speak ill of the Goblins and I shall need to see my father ” Hayden stunned Neil and his two men by his words of defense towards the Goblins. He look extremely angry and murderous that Neil quickly make way for him to pass when he demanded to see his father.

Four years later in the Robin's house:: "Good m…." Crystal who was hurrying to go into the kitchen tried greeting but then Red interrupted her kind gestures. "Will you get your filthy face off my sight this minute!!" He ordered in a rude tone. He got disgusted seeing how she had ran out from no where and bumping into him. He disliked it when humans who weren't related to him acted all weird more especially when it was a female gender. His hands were fixed into his blue jean pockets and his gaze on Crystal was cold. She felt shirtless as she stood in front of him.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.