Trash Goblin Novels & Stories

“Do you think she’d make us some?” “I want some witchy lights.” “King Aolis says all Guardians are good.” “And they are friends with the witchy witches.” “They know who you are too?” Tessa asks, shocked. “Yes, Tessa. These aren’t ghosts. These are sprites.” I turn back to the forest. “Why don’t you come out and introduce yourselves. I would love to meet you, friends,” I say.” “And I would be happy to make you some witchy lights,” Meadow says.

In her bid to be as powerful as her twin sister, the twin seduced Tahula, playing the role of Nyala and promising him they'd unite their species as one when they get together. Tahula did fall for her, utterly and irrevocably. And he did like the idea of uniting the species for more peace to reign. Unfortunately, Nyala found out about everything, and cast her twin into the shadows of the unknown. It is said that the goblins are part of the shadows of the unknown where Nyala's twin is now locked in. Alongside the goblins, there were trolls, and wendigos. I haven't seen the last two, but I've witnessed the dangers of a goblin.

Weeds and shrubs had grown back among the rubble, making it a field of green marred by the charred remnants of Keyla’s former home. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The pleasant memories of time spent there with Keyla only accentuated the tragedy, and he urged the group past after only a short pause. Kale scowled at the scene, his own anger toward their enemies fueled by the sight. Furgus, being older, took it for what it was; a tragic reminder of the Goblins’ ruthless nature, and that they had to pay for such acts. He grunted in disgust. “This is why we dwell inside the mountain. You can’t burn down stone.” Kale twisted and scowled at him, eyes flashing. “Do you want to walk the r

My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt. I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—dozens at first, then hundreds, their black, ashy skin glowing faintly under the pale light. They hated sorcerers, always had. Unlike the White Goblins, these creatures were pure hostility. They formed a ring around me, baring teeth, hissing threats. One stepped forward—taller than the others, a crooked crown on his head. His voice slithered through the air like poison.