Gargoyle Novels & Stories

What if Evangeline used him against them? Suddenly, Lucian stopped, his senses alert. "Listen." Aria held her breath, straining to hear. A low, guttural growl echoed through the air, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. "Gargolyles," Lucian said, his voice low. "Ancient creatures, guardians of the Spire. They're fiercely territorial." They prepared for battle, their senses heightened. The gargolyles emerged from the shadows, their bodies a grotesque blend of stone and flesh, their eyes glowing with an eerie green light. They were massive creatures, their wings spanning the width of the narrow path.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

They are so dark like a demon living in hell. “How did they know you?” I asked him. I also saw how Hailey signaled me not to continue what I’m thinking. She looks scared too. Angelo’s eyes met mine and they slowly went back to normal. I thought he’s going to answer but when I took a single blink, he vanished. Hailey’s face looks worried now. “What wrong?” I asked her but she is not answering too. There are a lot of things I don’t know about. It’s how I see it. They want to tell me but they can’t. Does it change anything if they spill them?

"It can. It very much can." I looked back at the gemstone. Surprisingly, those grey patterns had disappeared. It was all black now. Jet black. "It's from the Underworld."

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

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 Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

"And honestly? You’re the best person to ensure our creative vision doesn't get steamrolled by their 'Legacy' branding. It’s just a meeting. Professional. Business only." ​I took a breath and nodded. I needed this job, and more importantly, I needed to prove to myself that I could walk into that building without feeling like a ghost. ​Walking into the Cromwell Legacy lobby felt like stepping back into a dream I had fought hard to wake up from. The marble was just as cold, the security guards just as stiff. But this time, I wasn't wearing a junior editor’s badge. I was walking three paces behind Mateo Velez.