Gargoyle Brooklyn Novels & Stories

I took the call with my tone sounding at least several tones lighter than usual. “You need to get back to New York. Now.” Unlike mine, Grayson's voice couldn't be more tense and nervous. “What happened?” I braced myself for the upcoming blow. “It's about Brooklyn Heights,” he started and sucked in a shaky breath. “Three floors were completely destroyed. Ten people are dead.”

"Miss Woods , there is no need for you to come down to the police station. The statements are here." Mr Moon held up the copies. Ella smiled and followed him to the main entrance. There were policeman, paramedics and the forensic team all in a hustle and bustle. It was like listening to a swarm of bees buzzing. A policewomen rushed over to Mr Moon," sir, the gargoyle has disappeared." "What do you mean by disappeared. That was twenty two stories that it fell from. It has got to be dead!" He shouted over the noise.

“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!

I was breathing, and it was enough. The silence of the dead phone in my bag became a strange sort of companion as I wandered deeper into Brooklyn's winding arteries. The residential calm of Heights gave way to the boisterous, sprawling life of Cobble Hill. The city here was not a skyline to be admired from a bridge but a collection of vibrant, humming details: the scent of garlic and sizzling onions from an Italian restaurant, the thump of a bassline from a basement bar, the rainbow glow of neon signs reflecting off wet asphalt.

Above us, the massive brass shadow that had detached from the ceiling was closing the gap with terrifying speed. It was a Forge-Gargoyle—a colossal, four-legged sentinel designed to clear the crucible shafts of structural debris. Its heavy body was cast from dense, dark brass, its joints armored by thick plates of layered iron that ground together with the sound of a collapsing fortress. It didn't slide; it used its massive, four-inch mechanical talons to gouge deep channels into the basalt walls, descending the vertical chute in large, terrifying bounds that sent massive chunks of broken stone raining down upon our heads. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The sound of heavy, stone wings beating against the air, defying physics, defying gravity. "Shields!" Jack barked. "Aegis System coming online!" Catherine shouted, slamming her palm onto a biometric scanner. Outside, the darkness came alive. Dozens, then hundreds of shapes detached themselves from the surrounding architecture of Midtown. They weren't just from the cathedral. They were peeling off the cornices of the Chrysler Building, dropping from the brooding arches of the old libraries. The city’s stone guardians had turned traitor. CRASH. The first gargoyle slammed into the external force field generator. It didn't bounce off like a bird. It hit with the weight of a compact car. The impa

It begins with a gargoyle. An enormous stone gargoyle, hideous, easily four feet tall, crouched and snarling and weeping water from somewhere structural, the single ugliest object I have ever seen. “For the front hall,” Queenie tells the saleswoman, with the serene confidence of a woman commissioning a portrait. “He’ll love it. He collects them. Have it placed right where he’ll see it when he walks in, please, the very centre, you can’t miss it.” She pauses. “Actually, can we get two? One for each side of the door. Symmetry.”

Caleb then spun rapidly, shooting forward into the middle of the gargoyles, lifting and swinging the Guardian repeatedly! Splat! The gargoyles shrieked as they were gutted, their red and black innards spilling all over the ground! Everyone else started to fight too, with Tia thrusting her silver spear through a gargoyle and deftly leaping away as another gargoyle tried to attack her from the back. It turned out that the claws of gargoyles were razor sharp, and their flapping wings could kick up a strong gust. Worst of all, they could spit venom!

He just hadn't wanted to believe it. :Warrior, look,: Kree mind-spoke. Rhychard followed the coshey's gaze to the top of Renny's building and felt an instant panic. Crawling along the roofline were a half dozen gargoyles, ugly creatures with hides like liquid leather, dark and damp. They were scrawny beasts with their skeletal structure visible under their flesh and red, sunken eyes in hollow sockets. They had no hair or fur and bulbous heads that held long pointed ears. Their claws were like bird's feet with razor sharp talons and bat-like, sinewy wings that sprouted from the middle of their backs. Their mouths were a hideous mass of yellowish, jagged teeth that Rhychard had seen tear a man

kicked out of her family to one of the most powerful women in the New York underworld. The art restoration business, a chain of high-end clubs, the shipping terminals... I even had a piece of a few banks. "Which locations are we inspecting tonight?" my assistant asked. "Start with the strip joint in Brooklyn." I checked my watch. "I hear their numbers are a little off." Ten PM. My Rolls-Royce pulled up to a club in Brooklyn. This was nothing like the high-class places in Manhattan. The neon sign blinked a cheap, trashy pink. A couple of tattooed guys stood guard at the door.