Blood Golem Novels & Stories

Its eyes glowed with a menacing light, ready to challenge anyone who dared to approach the elemental stones. Amelia stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, harnessing the fire within her, and summoned a flame in her palm. The golem's gaze shifted towards her, its stone body creaking as it prepared for battle. The ground shook as the golem charged, its massive fists aimed at Amelia. With agility and quick reflexes, she evaded its strikes, her flames leaving trails of heat in the air. "Take this!" Markas shouted, launching an arrow imbued with wind magic at the golem's knee. The golem staggered for a moment, giving Amelia the opportunity to strike. She channeled

The woman punched forward, sending the golem flying. She gave a triumphant smile but turning around she saw what could be no less than a hundred thousand of those boulder golems falling from the sky. There seemed to be no end to them, no matter how many they destroyed, more would come. Moreover, the destroyed golems recreate their bodies using the mud and stones on the ground. Their advance up with mountain had come to a halt, the beastmen who could fly took to the sky. Those who couldn't fly felt jealous for a second before that sentiment turned to pity.

Their eyes were mad with purpose—desperation, hatred, fear. Behind them loomed the bone golems—colossal beasts stitched together from ogre bones, dragon spines, and magic that should never have been touched. Twisting vines pulsed with necrotic energy between joints, writhing like they were alive, like they hated being part of something so wrong. I licked the blood from my mouth and laughed. Low. Hungry. They thought they could corner me. The goddess’s protector. The last of the Crimson Court. The vampire who drank suns dry and slept in the ruins of empires.