Goblin Head Novels & Stories

Clad in a black tattered dress that hung loosely from her frail frame, she appeared weak and weary, her arms and legs tattooed with intricate and strange markings. Kaelric slightly tilted his head to make out her face but long tangled curls of deep brown hair formed a wild curtain that obscured her face, beckoning further curiosity. “For f-forty thousand g-gold coins.” The goblin set the price higher than other magical relics auctioned. “What?! I have seen prettier-looking women than this twig!” The Minotaur ruler spat. “Hmm, she’d make a fine slave.” Alpha Thane denoted. “Have her turn around.” Gryphon King ordered and the globin yanked on the chain around her neck, nudging her to turn. “Se

No amount of light magic could sustain the great Ygdrasil. Gukasho, whose head was now fully attached to his neck, opened his fist-sized eyes. He dared not look at his master, but the ancient goblin could not help but gulp audibly. After all, his master was already using the name of the grand duchess—Lady Maleficent’s deceased mother.

The sight of the moving lifeless bodies turned his stomach, and whatever he was about to say was quickly forgotten. Remus was instantly awake. He watched through Corvin’s appalled eyes as gory corpses started to rise shakily from the ground. This couldn’t be real! Maybe the monsters had only been knocked out and were just awakening. But then one goblin got up. It had a gash in its head that revealed a huge chunk of destroyed brain. There was no way it was alive. But it lifted its weapon in the air just the same. Corvin shifted over to Remus. He was upon the hideous dead thing in an instant, tearing its head off and snapping its brittle skull in his mouth.

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

A group of goblins is called a horde, while female goblins are referred to as hags, crones, or goblette. APPEARANCE AND BEHAVIOR Despite having unappealing looks, goblins are beings having human characteristics. They are small, dark-skinned creatures, almost resembling a dwarf; there are some giant goblins whose height can be up to 6 feet.They have big ears and noses, with filthy, yellow, crooked teeth.They can be stout or thin, with thick brows. They have a rough, slightly high-pitched voice, mixing human language with their own.Blood acidifies when a goblin smiles. If they laugh, milk turns sour and fruits fall from trees.Goblins are usually found in caves, rock crevices, and roots of anci

I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again. A few days later, on a warm Thursday in mid-August, Hugo drove me to his pack. We stopped at the entrance and exited the car, then we were brought to a small room. The werewolves who escorted us there wrinkled their noses at the sight of me, and I realized it must be my rogue smell. I let out a deep sigh. When we were waiting alone, I asked Hugo, “Is the smell really that bad?” He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.”

The smell of fresh human flesh made her head throb and her throat ache. data-p-id=56531b05a9961565cf198616dbe583b2,Sensing an audience, the three ghouls drenched in blood turned to the two younger ghouls, their eyes were wide, pupils diluted and orbs the colour of blood. Their eyes held a wild gaze, as if this was their first taste of flesh in months. data-p-id=dadab1d8892f46a58c49423177a34a51,One of them snarled. "Hey punks, get lost, unless you wanna be next."

The Goblin let out a blood-curdling scream and started rolling on the ground in pain. Almost immediately another Goblin came running into the small cave. Will panicked thinking he was going to get killed for attacking another Goblin. However the second Goblin just stood there taking in the scene. To Wills surprise the second Goblin just started laughing hysterically. More and more Goblins entered the room, and after exchanging a couple of guttural words with each other they all started to laugh. The biggest of the new Goblins walked up to Will and grabbed his stick, but Will didn't want to let go. The big Goblin yanked again and stick again straight out of Wills hands. He then grabbed Will b

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.

A quick sweep of the room caught sight of more goblins perched on long, creaking ladders, shelving books twice their height with the grim efficiency of undertakers arranging coffins. Goblins thrived underground — pale skin, large eyes, and a general disdain for the sun. This place felt like their natural habitat. Yasha and Rurik led me to the front desk lit by a single candle. My gaze snagged immediately onto the goblin’s dome-shaped head, slick and reflective, and that disproportionately long, pointed nose. Little wire-frame glasses perched halfway down it, casting hooked shadows across his deeply lined face. When his dark, slanted eyes — utterly devoid of white — snapped up to mine, someth