Treasure Goblin Throne And Liberty 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 moment Lillian stepped into the throne room, the shadows stirred. The cold, ancient power that had been waiting for her coiled through the air, a presence both familiar and foreign. The massive stone pillars lining the chamber were cracked with age, the silver moonlight from the shattered ceiling casting eerie patterns across the floor. And at the center of it all— The Moonborn Throne. It was not gold or jeweled like the thrones of men. It was carved from obsidian, its dark surface pulsing with veins of silver, as if the moon itself bled through the stone.

He’s betting on me flinching. She didn’t. She opened her defenses and let him in. The crowd lurched as his forces tore through her outer ring. Victory banners flickered in anticipation. Then his spear hit empty space. Her command node had never been there. It rose behind his lines, hidden inside the very districts he’d abandoned to stabilize himself. A ghost fortress. Untouchable until now. The simulation froze. Total control achieved. Winner: Calder, Nyx. For a heartbeat, the academy forgot how to breathe.

“Go on.” “There is a plantation there but its just a front…” The goblin lets out a cough from his lungs. A huff that would have spewed blood if the wounds on his body were still present on his form. His own body betrays him and acts like it still has those wounds even though there isn’t any physical evidence of such. The spell that Garth uses is one that is implemented in the body but never restores the mind from past experiences. In essence, even though there is no wounds on his small body, he still felt the phantom pains that those engravings once created. Garth’s large hand slips grips the creature's throat nice and hard. The sensation of the leather gloves that he wore reaps through the

I feel something grab me from behind, and pulls me to the floor, I look up and see other Goblins. Goblin starts laughing "you think at this point you've won right?, do you think beating me up will bring everyone back?" I couldn't move, they all held me with their magic, Goblin walks to me and bends "now hand me the stone" "No!" I growl "There's no use, you don't even know the spell I used" my heart was racing, I can't let him win, I don't want to kill him either, I have to do something. "I don't have to, I have one more crazy idea" I forcefully let go and I grab the moon stone from my neck, I throw it up and I jump, grab it and I land with it facing down and it breaks. A blue wave comes out,

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

I spent all my money on myself—clothes, jewelry, handbags, and anything else I wanted. I recalled that I had once stood with Henry under the Moon Goddess statue in his pack and prayed to be together forever. The names we carved back then were still etched on one of the altar's stone pillars. Even just the thought of that now made me sick. I wanted to go back to the altar and erase that trace. Just as I finished scratching up the names on the stone pillar and was about to leave, someone grabbed my wrist. "Jasmine, what are you doing here?"

THE ATLANTIC THRONE: TWO HOURS LATER We didn't land. We were pulled. The Thorne-17 was caught in a tractor-beam of pure gravity, dragging us toward the obsidian throne rising out of the waves. Around the structure, the ocean was boiling, steam rising in thick, violet clouds. As we hit the landing bay, the doors hissed open. A legion of Kingslayers stood waiting, but they weren't the white-obsidian drones of the Council. These were "Primal" Kingslayers—creatures of raw shadow and ancient gold, their armor forged from the very first mercury-veins of the earth.

And when she noticed that most of them were already on the verge of being drunk, she started her mission to make them answer her queries. “Thorine Kingdom is really a great place! The king and queen are doing a great job in making the kingdom a paradise for everyone,” she claimed. “That is exactly what I feel!” one of the drunk men agreed. He even initiated another toast for everyone but only Gabriel did not lift his mug.