Trash Goblin Novels & Stories

There were two bugs, a giant poisonous blacks scarab, and a giant brown desert scorpion, both had almost the same size as cars, and were quite honestly terrifying… although not as strong, they could still wreak some havoc. On the side of the slimes, there was only one, a black slime of a rather beautiful black color, and perfectly round and bouncy, Abyss glanced at it with a happy expression thinking that it was another Shoggoth, but quickly realized it was a slime instead… Shoggoths seemed to be those summons with incredibly low chances of appearing. Moving on, there was a giant, around 6-meter-tall humanoid figure made of hardened black wood with the face of an old man imprinted into its b

"We have no real bond. If you want to talk about bonds, I admire the connection between you and Lisa—the perfect 'fostered' setup. I'll be rooting for you two!" I turned and walked to my car. I fired the company security guard on the spot. I also decreed that from now on, all trash bins in the company would be transparent—I refused to let outside garbage sneak in again. Alistair never made it in again, though he only sank lower. He posted public apologies online, knelt outside our company begging for forgiveness. Lisa tried desperately to drag him away, but he shoved her violently. She fell to the ground and bled immediately.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

of existence. "Where are we going?" I yelled over the roar of the "Hard-Purge." "To the **Trash-Bin**!" Silas replied, his human face now a mask of grim determination. "It’s the only place the 'Erase' command won't look! It’s the place where all the 'Deleted' things go to hide!" ### The Kingdom of the Discarded We hit a floor of soft, white dust. But it wasn't dust. It was **Fragments**.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

I had cried as I called him an idiot. Back then, he'd been so careful as he cradled my hand—wrapped in thick bandages like a mummy—and spoke with utmost earnestness. "I'm actually quite smart. I just chose to protect my weak spot. "Gabby, you're my only weakness. When you appear before me, sunlight ripples around you, and even your hair carries life within it. Even the most beautiful scenery in the world couldn't compare to a small smile from you.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

This creature was called a Green Goblin. Once the dead goblin fell onto the ground its body was engulfed in crimson flames that swallowed it whole. The flames lit up the dark environment, and several other burnt up corpses could be seen littered all around the place. The corpse of the beast was quite tough, for it took more than three seconds for it to burn up completely. And this was a magnificent feat considering that Mane’s flames couldn’t be handled by anyone below the Earth Realm. The goblin was only a Middle Class Magical Beast, but its tough skin made it almost impossible for Thrashers to kill it. Added to the fact that they attacked in huge numbers and had pretty excellent teamwork,

Did William already notify them so we could enter with ease? "What is that truck for?" the goblin asked. "I bought necessities for goblins and lycans." I said it with my gentlest smile. "My gift for all of you." I gestured my hand to the human driver and helper that I hired to make them open the wing van of the truck. "There is nothing dangerous there. Feel free to check." The goblins inspected the truck for a moment before approaching us again. "We checked the items. One of our comrades will drive the truck in. Wait here while we offload the items."