Urban Dictionary: Goblin Novels & Stories

Not just him, though she wasn't going to defeat whoever was after her without him. He wasn't sure about the sounds of the city. There were just so many people here. Living as a stone statue on a church facing the North Atlantic had been boring. There had been no cities when he'd been animated last time. The fay and gargoyles lived in the country. Fairies preferred being underground while gargoyles liked high places to see if anyone was coming. Goblins traveled at night. Donal dutifully surveyed the city. If a goblin was here, this would be when it would attack.

Arlen could not comprehend what was going on until his eyes opened and he saw four green-looking faces staring down at him. These were goblins- unsightly creatures formed from cultivational practices gone wrong. Despite their lack of good height, they did not pass at being cruel. They used to be common in Cloverdale, where they would steal children and the elderly. Standing on two feet like humans, they had shapeshifting abilities they used to lure their victims. Arlen could barely breathe as a three-foot-long tongue drooled beside him. "Hold him down. I'll get the knife," a voice he could liken to that of the innkeeper spoke.

She’d been at camp for years and knew everyone. She told me about Mario and how he’d won his first classic car in a poker game with a goblin. He’d been a chef in a major city and while she didn’t know exactly why he’d gone feral, she was pretty sure the goblin mafia was involved. “I didn’t even know there was a goblin mafia,” I admitted. “There’s a seedy underworld for every species,” she said. “But out of all of them, the vampires are by far the worst. Nobody crosses them.”

My senses all in alert, I activated my Evil eyes ready for that unknown creature… the groaning intensified, the creature approached revealing its appearance… Small in size, green skin, ugly face and pointy ears… it held a handmade spear with a pointy rock at the edge… the creature reeked of bad smell and was not alone… This creature that preys on women and raids human villages without leaving a soul behind, usually lives in small groups, but when they are under stronger beast guidance… they become a threat that must be subjugated… So it was them who preyed on women of the capitol… these heinous creatures called “Cave dwellers” or more commonly…Goblins! I am surrounded by them… how many are t

voices spoke from behind the rocks. Sweat formed on Lily's forehead, and her heart started beating irregularly. Before she could react and hide from the mysterious voices, two goblins jumped in her direction. They were hideously ugly, with broad noses, flat faces, pointed ears, and wide mouths filled with small but sharp fangs. Their skin ranged from deep red to shades of orange and yellow, with members of the same tribe sharing similar skin colors. The two goblins salivated excessively. "D- Delicious meat, stop! We just want to be friends with you," one of the goblins with a shorter height said, attempting to negotiate.

Strangely, the old man seemed to mix with the surrounding smells, completely repeating them, or, I would even say, continuing them, being part of them! - Are you a goblin? - a hunch dawned on me, and, having stopped looking at my feet, I stumbled on a root protruding from the ground and, having lost my balance, stretched out on the ground. There have always been many delusional myths and fairy tales about goblin, but, if we discard everything superfluous, in general, they are pretty good creatures. Once upon a time, before the adoption of a foreign faith by the Slavic peoples, goblin willingly went out to people, helping them in certain situations, or vice versa, cold-bloodedly brought to de

The student glanced up but saw nothing above. Gildeon did. Ghulik was up there, clinging to the ceiling like some grotesque insect. Thick strings of saliva dangled from his gaping maw. He’d doubled in size. Veins bulged beneath his pale gray skin, pulsing like trapped worms. His eyes glowed crimson, the pupils now gone. ‘Ghulik!’ Gildeon called out, telepathically. Nothing. The goblin didn’t flinch. Its gaze darted across the crowd below, scanning for the next victim.

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

“What-what are you? I swear I saw your kind in my dreams.” And many more creatures, but the thing that kept me awake for so many nights was the winged demon. His red eyes held a knowing gaze that irked Cent. “I am a goblin, my lady. And for the reason why you are here, my lord will be the one to explain to you why.” Where are my shadows? I can’t feel them or hear them. Is this also because of my birthday? Wait. “What time is it, Mr. Goblin? You found me in the skating rink, right?”

They have no choice but to fight. “They’re too many. What are we going to do now?” Cybelle mumbled while summoning her double sword. “Angelo, stay by my side.” Angelo hummed while trembling because he never seen that kind of creature in his entire life. Goblin is an evil creature. Their appearance is almost small like dwarfs, and outright malicious, with hairy skin in green color, having sharp and long ears, big mouth and crooked sharp teeth—in short, ugly. They like to steal weapons, especially gold and jewelry, and any things that can be useful. Also, goblins like to kidnap girls as their plaything, torturing them until they die. They are more cunning than humans, but they are also a cowar