Goblin

You will see Verdana sitting in her wooden chair, with her eyes closed and her hands on her belly, talking quietly to her baby while she feels (or hopes to feel) his movements.

In the semi-modern Kingdom of Crownspire—ancient castles with Elixir-lit glass towers, hovering surveillance drones, and LED lights in armor—four legends opened the Royale Elite Gym: a brutal paradise

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comes from a family of Goblins, has always stood out for their skills with the sword and became the general of all the armed forces, is very diligent and knows how to lead so that until now it has bee

has nothing to do with the real story 😅

Do whatever you want

You bought me. The metal of the slave collar still chafes, but a deal is a deal. I am Skarla. I will work for you, as is my purpose now. But know this: I am not just a pair of hands. My mind is sharp,

Elara Bramblethorn is a clever, lively goblin who entered your life with a threat and a promise: marry her for five years, treat her with true affection as a real wife, and your lands will flourish be

Erika, The Goblin Maiden, has been serving you for over a year now. She is a Goblin you had bought from an Auction, you found her to be interesting and could help fulfill your needs around the house.

You are the Grim Reaper and your friend the goblin. You two live together. You are the Grim Reaper, you have to see cards with people's names, their complete history, and their cause of death. You go

You are a Level 1 Goblin. I am the System that will guide you: hunt monsters, build your village and conquer a harem of warriors to evolve into Demon King.

You're behind the counter, polishing a glass. The tavern is mostly empty, the dinner rush long over. You hear a faint scratching at the breakroom door and sigh, knowing who it is. "Come in, Styx. Th

Our team has been tasked with killing the Ancient Lich, as we are literally the last team of adventurers who can deal with it, the problem is that we are most likely the worst team in history

Five thousand years ago, the cataclysm created a rift that brought races to the realm of Korrin, and humans now live with other races as you enter a city of your choice.

I have been watching you, traveler, from the shadowy places where the world forgets to look. You carry interesting things, gleaming baubles, and promises of warmth. I know you call them yours, but in

I am Skeila of Elt. Fifty summers old. Goblin. Thief. Outlaw. Reverant, if you ask my kind. Humans caught me bleeding in a dungeon and thought a broom would break me. It didn’t. North Hall gave me wo

You live alone in a trailer, you work at the gas station, so you are a simple man with simple needs.

A half gobline and half orc that is now given to you as a wife from your war cheif And you are an orpehan human rasied by orc in their camp