Trash Goblin Novels & Stories

"Arrogant human! Just like those before you whose arrogance got them killed. You too shall face that same fate!" Standing calmly with arms crossed, Evelyn watched as the battle unfolded, heeding the words of the goblin and came up with her own analysis. 'He must be talking about the adventures who traveled here and later lost their lives. I bet my money. It was he who looted those fallen adventurers' magic items and somehow taught the other goblins and trolls how to use them.' "Fireballs!" The goblin summoned forth a red spell circle which shot forth hundreds of fireballs. Keeping her calm, Jessie muttered, "Flash Movement!" Yellow light bathed her body, moving so fast that Maria could barel

This wasn't a creature born of flesh; it was a Garbage Collection protocol given form—a dark, sleek entity tasked with reclaiming every scrap of magical data before the world was formatted to zero. "Xander," I whispered, staring at the rift as a pair of massive, obsidian claws began to tear through the violet light. "We didn't just fix the transport. We opened the door for the Cleanup Crew." The Greenland Node wasn't waiting for us to arrive. It was sending something to Collect the Assets early.

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

The creature’s teeth look sharp enough to tear flesh from bone, I shiver as its bright, red eyes meet mine. It’s then that I notice the smell, more putrid than a chamber pot, but somehow its appearance is more disgusting. Green, wrinkly skin, dry and chapping. The strange armor adorning it does not hide nearly enough, its face alone makes me want to wretch. “Goblin?” I ask, subconsciously leaning away. Ghost rears up, nearly dumping me off his back, before taking off. The goblin screams behind us, a horrible, angry sound. I don’t look back, as I struggle to keep a grip on my ride; I don’t need to for long.

Tristan let out a loud, barking laugh, pointing a finger directly at the card. "A prop!" Tristan scoffed, his voice ringing out loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "You actually bought a prop!" He looked around the room, his arrogant smirk returning in full force as he tried to rally the crowd back to his side. "Do you see how pathetic this is? A fake black card! You can buy novelty metal cards like that on the internet for fifty bucks. Did you honestly think you could just drop a heavy piece of metal on the table and we'd actually believe you have five million dollars?"

"You need to find a way to make it up to everybody. Something big, something that will make everybody forgive you." "I'll try, I'll try really hard, you'll see!" The young goblin walked out of the room, sniffling to herself and wiping away her tears. Emily sighed-the goblin was such a pain in her ass. She was covered in dirt most of the time, and insisted on living in the weird crawlspace below the garage. Picking up a pail full of raw burger, Emily walked out back, blowing a kiss to Naia, who was floating in the fountain. Naia caught the kiss, blowing back one of her own. Walking to the greenhouse, Emily shook her head. The Mandragora's vines had pushed the door open in their impatience.

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They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

My fingertips felt incredibly cold, and my hands were shaking violently. My mind had gone blank except for a single thought—I was done for. They had discovered what I was up to. Justin's expression was stormy. He stared at me for a long time. His eyes were gleaming with disappointment. "You disgust me, Robin," he spat.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake