Gargoyle 1994 Novels & Stories

He wasted no time weaving through the mass of spirits as he barreled across the charred ground to the mess house. Roy braved a look in Angel’s direction. Jackson was right. She was getting uncomfortably close and the spirits that had proven themselves lethal by tearing Harold into pieces only to become like zombies were acting a bit more animated. “Did ya make that change in the spirits? Is it yer magic that’s keeping them calm?”

Ariel lets out and he bobs. "THE FEMALE WHO IS AGAINST YOUR LIFE AND THAT OF JALEN LIVES IN THE CAVE OF THE BROKEN SPIRITS. THE CAVE IS SAID TO BE HIDDEN IN THE WOODS EAST OF HERE. YOU HAVE TO FIND THE CAVE BEFORE NIGHTFALL TOMORROW AND STAND BEFORE HER. ONCE YOU ARE FACING HER, SHE WILL TRY TO ATTACK YOU BUT YOU HAVE TO RAISE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND SAY; GREAT BEINGS OF LOVE, VINDICATE ME. ONCE THOSE WORDS LEAVE YOUR MOUTH, A GREAT WIND WILL BLOW FOR A WHILE AND A GREAT SCREEN WILL APPEAR IN THE AIR. IT WILL REVEAL ALL THAT HAPPENED AND IN TEARS SHE WILL APOLOGIZE AND HAND OVER JALEN TO YOU. BUT BE QUICK TO GRAB HER CAUSE SHE WILL TRY TO CAGE HERSELF FOR ETERNITY. ONCE YOU GRAB HER, YOU A

“I won’t repeat that twice.” Shawn angrily turned the same hand he had raised into a fist, tightening his fingers enough for his fingernails to draw blood from his skin. He ignored the pain, muttering a small whisper of magic. Rose saw the blood drops that fell on the floor began to shake as a creature pushed it body out from the floor. Rose shuddered when seeing the creepy eyes of the gargoyle but something was different with the gargoyle that he had summoned compared to the other gargoyles she had seen before!

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

The sound moved backward, toward the tail, then hooked around toward the right wing. "Visual!" Marcus screamed, pointing out the right window. Clinging to the starboard engine nacelle was a nightmare. It was an Elder Gargoyle—massive, with skin like black obsidian and eyes that glowed with a cunning, hateful intelligence. It had survived the silver mist by encasing itself in a cocoon of its own wings, sacrificing the outer layer to protect its core. Now, it was stripping the metal casing off the jet engine with its bare hands.

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…

They seem aware she's intruding on their territory, their eyes intense and locked on her, while their paws seem to lean over the edge. A growl breaks through the silent night. That definitely wasn't in her head—these gargoyles just made noise! With one last glance above her, she can see the wings along the backs of the gargoyles have spread and their eyes are now glowing a luminous, ruby color. The stone of the church crumbles as they break from their posts. Chunks of rock come tumbling down around her. She whips around to the cast iron gate again. She closes it for good measure before dashing across the vacant street. The gargoyles slink down to the ground like shadows. Their ghostly figure