Gambar Ratu Medusa Mga Nobela at Kwento

They all pointed at the figure in the center. As we got closer I could see the figure more clearly. Snakes protruded from the head with their mouths open showing their fangs. The figure had a female bosom and a snake like tail. Her fingers were raised with claws sticking out at them. In front of her another pedestal held a new weapon. I looked down the shiny edge of the axe blade. I remembered the stories of Medusa from Greek mythology. Don't look directly at her or you turn to stone and cut off her head to kill her. This was going to be fun.

I stepped inside, pushing the door open wider, and found Gianna waiting there. She was sitting flat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest. She had washed up, her skin looking clean and flushed, and she was wearing an oversized black t-shirt. She was sitting right in front of the massive glass enclosure where Medusa lived. Gianna didn't look scared at all. She had her hand inside the cage, her fingers gently moving against the smooth scales of the snake. Medusa's body was moving slowly, sliding around Gianna's small wrist, the snake's black tongue flicking out into the air. Gianna was completely calm, as she played with the dangerous creature.

I turned to Arnon with a questioning stare, but he merely shrugged in return. “Stop acting like fools and sit down dammit!” She voiced her frustration. We took our seats and waited for her to speak, but her words never came. She stretched out her hand and a ball of whirl wind formed in her palm, taking Arnon and I by surprise. “My name is Medusa and just like you are seeing it right now, I am a sorcerer.” She finished off her word and the ball of whirlwind vanished immediately. “What do you want with this pack?” Arnon asked.

Carden said, trying to joke but meaning every word. Carlos laughed loudly. “Yes, for sure—your little dream girl.” Carden hissed. “Let me go freshen up so we can go to the new gallery.” At the Gallery “These portraits are beautiful,” Carlos said while looking at a portrait of Medusa with her snake hair holding a man’s face—turned to stone—while she displayed her tongue. “Yeah, this is insane and scary,” Carden replied as they walked past other portraits, amazed. The gallery man walked up to them after attending to other customers.

"Yes Melissa, I'm your sister, the people you call family are not really your real family, when you were born, you didn't have a fin but legs, even I don't know why, mother never told me anything. But after you were born, there was chaos and they wanted to kill you because you weren't one of us and to save you, I took you and brought you to the surface, the lady you call mama, she was fetching water, and when I saw her, I put her under my spell and manipulated her into thinking that you were her little sister and she had no option but to take care of you. I manipulated the whole village into thinking that the lady you've always known as your real mom, died when giving birth to you while in r

Balchazar looked at me, seeing the dried tears on my face. "Not if we don't wage a serious attack at first my queen." "So, Medusa steals the bolt while we wage a small war, is that all! That won't give me the throne of Olympus! I need a better plan Balchazar! Don't let me regret not sealing you up!" Hades was such a spoilt bastard, well considering how his parents were, I'm not surprised he ended up this way, honestly, I expected him to be worse.

" The dreadful voice of the King of all Dark Genie boomed in the cave but Medusa didn't seem to be affected or terrified. " Yes, Master " She answered, looking up. " You have been my best, trusted, and loyal worshipper. I have seen the fervor and potential in you to be the next ruler and Queen of all Dark Genie " Hearing that, Medusa beamed and a wide grin crept up her lips. She has been longing for this day all her life and finally, it has arrived. " I want to make you my queen and the next ruler of all Dark Genie " The voice continued and Medusa bowed her head in respect.

I turned back to the rest of them. The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen stared back at me, with a warm smile. She had white hair, emerald eyes, and pale beige skin. She wore a white dress. "Aphrodite. Goddess of love and beauty." She spoke with a tender voice. Another had dark hair, grey eyes. She wore a black basic bandeau. Her hair was twisted up into a bun, she was also beautiful. "You're?" I asked curiously. "Athena." "Ohh" I exclaimed. " The one who cursed Medusa."

With the ominous sound that rose from the old Radio on the street bench where a sculpture sat a young lady marched out of the boutique. Extremely beautiful as her eyes shew red with the snakes which were her hairs dangling as they hissed. Her lips were quite enticing and irresistible. And right now you could guess what brand of she-devil she was. The one known formidable, ruthless creature,The one and only Medusa Gordon. She left out an evil smile as she stepped out. A cop vehicle drove there immediately as he got down-pointing his Gun at her but he froze into sculpture. The other got down as well but a black smoke wrapped around him and smashed him on the vehicle.