Gargoyle Novels & Stories

Who the hell was this girl, and what the fuck happened to my sweet little sister? “I don’t see Red anywhere. In fact, it looks like you traded him in for a Graycort,” Matty sneered at me. “Higher up on the food chain, but not nearly as good as me.” He really didn’t know who she was. I couldn’t help but smirk. “Matty’s got a point, Angelcakes. If you wanted a Graycort, all you had to do was ask one of us. We would have been happy to oblige you.”

I tug at the top of my hoodie, pulling it further down over my head as I weave my way through the smelly humans. Once I reach the building Zander directed me to, a small sigh escapes my lips with relief. According to Zander, this place was an apartment complex which was originally built by a witch, and it was passed down through the generations. They didn’t usually accept wolves, but he’d put in a good word, and me having the rent in cash didn’t hurt either.

But what caught her attention was their eyes—someone had painted them blood red. It was common to see stone gargoyles at entrances. They were supposed to ward off evil, bring power and wealth, and balance Twilight energies. But these gargoyles with their bloody eyes were what esoteric experts called a "blood-eye suppression". It was an incredibly nasty setup specifically designed to trap vengeful spirits. "Those stone gargoyles at your friend's door..." Aria trailed off on purpose. Charlotte lowered her voice. "Ms. Carver, you really are something. I asked about them too, but she said some elders

This made her Shio Kin attack even faster, so she went and slashed vale at high speeds, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. Vale in a last ditch effort, fired a shadow ball not at Sekora, but at the gargoyle making the room dark and making the big stone gargoyle come alive, before she disappeared. The gargoyle knocked over suits of armor nearly crushing Sekora, then he tried stepping on her. The gargoyle had her backed in a corner, until Sekora remembered that gargoyles turn into stone when the sun comes up. Sekora pulled out the Sun

In his eyes flit a spark of anger, as he gripped my wrist and slammed against the cupboard. "Do not make me repeat myself, Princess" He barked, revealing his teeth. He didn't know me that well to ask me that. "Same goes for you" I groaned. The glass walls shuttered as the bullets went through them. Zayn threw me down and fell on top of me protecting me of any harm. I slipped away and gained back balance. I sneaked behind the couch and tried to get a glimpse of the intruders. They were all wearing black. They all had a black leather jacket with Skulls on them. They must be from a gang. My adrenaline was pumping and my breathing got heavier as I collected the pieces of this secretive puzzle. T

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

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.

Allen stole a gaze at Austin and he was met with Austin's hand up wide in the air as if to vindicate himself for not being good at football. "Well…" "We are here" Jade interrupted Allen as he was about to speak. They came to an Abandoned Factory that smelled like death, the Iron wire mounted up to serve as a wall against the outside world was already useless. Jade leaned sideways and they bent beneath while going in. Austin looked around, his legs shivering. Fear was beginning to creep in and he struggled to keep himself from showing it. Unfortunately, Allen noticed and placed a hand on him "Are you okay?"

"Thanks for the game, Mr. Halloway." They left him standing in the park and now he felt odd being there. He tucked the football under his arm and walked to the exit of the park near his house. He'd bought his row house during an economic downturn. It had four floors and a dormer at the top. Of course, he loved the top floor the best. He was a gargoyle after all and his ancestors spent their time on the top of buildings. When he walked past gargoyles on buildings he often wondered if they were modeled after his relatives. Or were they a cursed member of his family? Cursed? He laughed and brought himself back to reality.