Throne And Liberty Giant Goblin Butcher Novels & Stories

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

The problem with that is my new pack is currently a hub for the Katasan, they are expecting Katasan warriors within days and finding out what Kendrick knows can only be beneficial to me and both packs. I don’t have much longer to make up my mind. Gabe and Lottie walk into the clearing mere seconds after us, and Lottie’s magic has worked far better than I expected. The bastard responsible for the depravity we witnessed in his dungeon and the years of physical and mental abuse suffered by Liberty, is so far out of it he is actually drooling and snoring as his head bobs with each of Gabe’s steps. It’s a ridiculous sight, pitiful really.

"Elder, the ambush succeeded beyond measure. The omega—Elian—was cornered in the chaos. The dart struck true; the drug courses through his veins now, amplifying his scent to lure the beast forth. The king will have no choice but to unleash his curse." Throne's lips curled into a predatory smile, his gnarled fingers clenching at his sides. He nodded once, a curt dismissal that sent the assassin retreating into the shadows, the door sealing shut behind him with finality. Alone now, Throne walked to the narrow window slit, high in the wall, where the blood moon loomed like a festering wound in the night sky. Its crimson glow bathed his weathered face in an unholy light, casting long shadows tha

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

"We've been expecting you." "You know me?" "Everyone knows you." The goblin turned, revealing a face that was all angles and avarice. "The human who ate the Maw. The heir who came back from the dead. The man who brought an army of wolves to Manhattan." He smiled, showing teeth that had been filed to points. "You're the most interesting thing to happen to this city in decades." "I'm flattered." "You should be. Interesting things get killed quickly around here." The goblin stepped forward, extending a hand that was slightly too long. "I am Grimshaw. Senior Partner of the Commerce Guild. And you, Mr. Sterling, have something we want."

He had two large fangs extending from his lower jaw, wore leather armor, and carried a large, long sword. “Who are you?” Steven asked. “My name is Mammon. The gryphon of the abyss. Warlord and ruler of one of the three kingdoms of the abyss realm. I have come to take your lives and destroy this piece of sh*t you call a home,” the stranger replied. Steven got back on his feet, and his eyes turned bright red again. “Gabriella, I guess our fight isn't over yet. Do you have any strength left?” Steven said. “I’m right here with you, Steven. Let's kill this idiot together,” Gabriella replied, her eyes also turning bright red. Both their auras slowly seeped out of their bodies, and their eyes glowe

The culprit recoiled, screaming in pain, blood streaming down. "I’m the only one with the right to touch her face," Drake declared coldly. "Then you will die," the last one—a larger, more imposing man—growled, charging at Drake. Before I could even react, Drake incapacitated all of them in a blur of motion—two werewolves and two humans lay vanquished on the ground before us. Turning to face Ruby and me, he loomed imposing, his hands stained with blood. "This place is dangerous, and I’ll do something about it," he declared, starting to walk away.

The goblin continued to point out albeit tracing his filthy, thick, scarred fingers on Amethyst's cheeks as if he were applying 'witch hazel' to make her skin even and warm. "I'm all ears!" In a mocking tone, Amethyst tittered the words out, making the one in front of her flinch with visible rage at her utters. Twisting his lips, Thunder closed his large, yellow eyes and took a deep breath. "I…I think there might be a creature that will give you all that your heart desires — the power and a hand to take down Wendell." Thunder hissed. "The one whose life has ended way before Nerida was born but is considered undead and feeds on the blood of the living— A Nosferatu!" Thunder emphasised, giggli