Gargoyle Novels & Stories

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

Am I reading too much into it? ‘The Gargoyle is a hard one to read. I think he really does care for you; you’re not just a responsibility to him. Like we talked about yesterday, though, he’s been burned by Demons before, and it makes it hard for him to trust you. He may have just not known how else to comfort you, too. You are a sexy woman, though; you get that from me. Good genetics and all.’

His eyes were wide with threat, accompanied by a terrible growl. One word appeared in the minds of the audience when they saw the ugly creature. Gargoyle. Why was this demon beast in the gladiator arena? The nobles who owned the gargoyle had paid a good price to have the gladiator arena manager allowed his Gargoyle to fight in the arena with the strongest slaves. To be precise, the noble wanted to feed his Gargoyle legally. One by one, the fighters in the gladiator arena died or were eaten alive. There was nothing left of their corpses other than a few crushed bones

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

"It's not a slang I am talking about. It's the classification. A secondary caste that's supposed to be extinct or maybe never existed in the first place. The library has exactly one book about them and you checked it out nineteen years ago." Something flickered across her face then. Not recognition. Something else. Something that looked almost like alarm before she smoothed it away. "I'm afraid you're mistaken." "The gargoyle... Cornelius said it was you." My hands curled into fists at my sides. "It keeps records of everyone who checks out books. Your name was in those records. Miyori Fox. Nineteen years ago." "The gargoyle is a

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

I backed away, startled by the coolness under my touch, only to find that he wasn't a man at all—but a stone statue. His boulder-like features began to twitch, making an eerily cracking noise and suddenly his face contorted from that of a man to a dragon. The gargoyle snarled at me, now red-eyes beaming brightly causing my body to jolt and sending me careening to the ground.

She nodded, catching him as he limped inside, his gaze sharp and alert as he searched the cave for any dangerous creature. Since it was still a bit bright, she could see a little of the cave and from what she could see, it didn’t look like there was anything lurking in there. Which was why she jumped out of the way and screeched when a stone-like creature ran past her and out into the forest. “What was that?” She cried, pressing her hand against her chest as she tried to calm her breathing. “A gargoyle,” Her captor appeared back at the edge of the cave where she was standing. “All clear.”

He was too distracted by the piercing shriek in his ears until he heard the sound of… raining bones? No. Those were nails, fingernails, to be precise. Zen couldn’t believe the gargoyle was a massive manicure addict because his talons could shoot projectiles. That welcoming ceremony would have taken Zen out instantly. Watching these fearsome assassins deflect, dodge and destroy projectiles made Zen very thankful that he did not have to deal with them. Soul lamps lit up like a countdown from the pillars decorating the room until all twelve lights were lit. On a tall church pulpit, the gargoyle sculpture in the middle of the room c

She merely scowled at Rosette, no doubt thinking that she’d merely traded one demonic master for another. “How about you, little boy?” asked Rosette. The boy looked ready to open his mouth, but the girl gave him a reproachful look, and he closed it again. Soon we arrived at a house—not quite a manor, but larger than a typical London home. A gargoyle sat atop the door, and leaned down over us as we neared. The children and I jumped. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” said the gargoyle, its stone lips pulling back to reveal stone teeth. “Do you happen to know the password?”