Disney Gargoyle Novels & Stories

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

Skôll studies him attentively, seeing Callisto's carefree posture, as he throws himself on the golden throne, which has the sculpture of a huge wolf's head and claws projecting out of the arms support. “As I predicted… the beasts are getting more and more restless. They usually don't come to this region, as it's close to the Sacred Forest, but… a group of desert gargoyles appeared roaming the region…” Callisto says thoughtfully, stroking his chin and the small scar that cuts through it. “It would be a problem if they met up with the Apostles, but I took too long tracking and taking care of this… I assume my Luna has already arrived?”

Am I reading too much into it? ‘The Gargoyle is a hard one to read. I think he really does care for you; you’re not just a responsibility to him. Like we talked about yesterday, though, he’s been burned by Demons before, and it makes it hard for him to trust you. He may have just not known how else to comfort you, too. You are a sexy woman, though; you get that from me. Good genetics and all.’

“Nicolas often plays poker with Charlie. He and Plurio hated each other more than Matthew hated his brother Lucas. Shortly after the war started, I set up new wards around his compound.” “King Nicolas gave her a gargoyle made of terracotta by a Parisian artist during the 3rd century as a wedding gift,” said Frank before turning his attention to Coralis. “If you passed by him to take a portal, is it safe to assume he’ll tell the Chicago vampires? Veronica and Hendrick have been calling a few times during the week.” “Yes, he said he would.” Sonylla spit the alcohol in her mouth, and Chiwa choked on it.

Real gargoyles, of course, are living creatures, but difficult to distinguish from the stone ornaments which resemble them. A gargoyle can remain still for days. Yet they see and hear everything. Wonderful burglar alarms, and security guards. Should an intruder attempt to gain entrance to their building, they can swoop down, soundlessly, on wings hard as rock. They're resistant to magic, and damned hard to kill - not that I'd ever try. What can a pistol bullet do to a stone statue, except irritate it? Stonecutters and sculptors did booming business, turning out statues that looked as much like real gargoyles as possible. Would you take a chance, and try to rob a house that had a gargoyle on

Mona smiled to the couple who showed her a positive response. Rose followed Dominic outside, closing the door behind her. She then asked him, “Is he alright?” “Perfect but we found something odd with one of the corpse of the gargoyle so I thought it would be easier to call you this way.” She agreed with him, wanting to keep the problem about the monsters away from her parents. She followed him toward the garden where Starvos was seen sitting down on the ground, looking tired as mountains of gargoyles had piled up on one another.

And some thing more: There on the floor in front of her stood a small gargoyle. Ta-da! he said. He was about a foot tall, crouched low with his hands crossed and his elbows resting on his knees. His pores and skin used to be the coloration of stone--he used to be stone--but when he waved at her, she should see he was limber ample to be made of flesh and muscle. He seemed like the type of statue youd find capping the roof of a Catholic church. His fingernails and toenails have been long and pointed, like little claws. His ears were pointed, too--and pierced with small stone hoops. He had two little hornlike nubs protruding from the top of a brow that was once fleshy and wrinkled. His massive

Something huge detached itself from the darkness and approached her. Carine scrabbled backwards away from the monster as it came towards her, halting in the middle of the room. It was six feet tall, covered in black leather which Carine abruptly realised was its skin and had what looked like wings folded on its back. She felt the twitch of madness grab at her as she looked upon the horrible face of a gargoyle; wide, bulging eyes in a muddy colour, fanged mouth revealed by peeled back lips. It stopped over the hole, squatted and issued a stream of liquid as it locked eyes with her. She’s just having a pee…

Jane sprawled several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground but stayed lit. The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Seconds later a grey figure approached Jane. The six-foot creature had small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long sharp teeth, a muscular torso but small thin legs and arms, and claws on both hands and feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the mature woman in one hand and reached for her clothes with the other. It laughed a gruesome and terrible sound as it preceded to tear off Jane's clothing. The thing left several claw marks upon her pale smooth skin.

He stood over ten feet tall, with skin as dark as coal and eyes that glowed with an otherworldly light. He wore a cloak made of black feathers and carried a staff that crackled with dark energy. "You are brave to come here, hunter," Mammon said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But you will regret your decision." As he spoke, Mammon raised his staff, and a group of gargoyles emerged from the darkness, ready to attack. Edna knew that she was in for a tough fight, but she refused to back down. She charged at the gargoyles, her sword flashing in the dim light of the lair. The gargoyles were fast and agile, and they dodged her attacks with ease.