Gargoyle Novelas e Histórias

Its eyes, when they landed on me, shone with an alien intelligence. Gargoyle. I’d read the word a hundred times in the old archives, but nothing prepared me for the reality of it. The thing was power incarnate, built for war and worship. It shook itself, sending a cloud of stone dust into the air. Its gaze landed on me, then James, then the rest of the pack. It did not attack. Instead, it cocked its head, as if waiting for something. The arch behind it kept pulsing, the light growing brighter, and the pain in my chest swelling to a maddening pitch. I clutched at my sternum, fighting to stay upright. Lightning began to form around me, burning my skin in a wild

Gargoyles lined the path on either side of them, soft growls emanated from the stone protectors. "I told him he should upgrade these things. Why can't we have a three headed hound like Hades and Persephone?" Zalakai asked openly. One of the Gargoyles shifted its face from stone and bared its teeth at Zalakai menacingly. "Oh, how scary." He said sarcastically before he snapped his fingers. The Gargoyle grumbled into dust where it stood.

Jane sprawled several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground but stayed lit. The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Seconds later a grey figure approached Jane. The six-foot creature had small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long sharp teeth, a muscular torso but small thin legs and arms, and claws on both hands and feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the mature woman in one hand and reached for her clothes with the other. It laughed a gruesome and terrible sound as it preceded to tear off Jane's clothing. The thing left several claw marks upon her pale smooth skin.

A young man yelled as he approached them. There was Niko, the neighbor that had managed to, with hard work, top Gwenevere’s dislike list for her neighbours. She just hated the neighbourhood. Everyday reminded her of how much she wanted to leave. Yes, they could be sensible people with right minds, but their manner of relation and lifestyle was what made Gwenevere conclude she couldn’t have anything to do with them. She didn’t have a jaw war with them, she just avoided them in the best way she could. Niko however was always an exception.

After all the cars left to the airport, Amara's heart beat was faster than a jet plane. The gates of the mansion automatically went closed. As if somebody pulled her inside, her feet withdrew almost giving up and the main door of the entrance went instantly locked. Amara went falling to the floor as if somebody forced her to the ground and a glass shard stuck to the middle of her throat. The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails.

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

Fallon states. I look around, but the place seems abandoned. “There has to be something. Perhaps an entrance. Let’s all split up and search.” We search around for several minutes but come up empty. Gabriel stops in front of the shrine and points to the marble altar inside of the shrine. “Do you see that?” he mutters. Everyone comes closer and looks at the altar. It is believed that the top of the altar is made from the stone that an angel rolled away from the entrance of Jesus’s tomb. Slivers of light permeate the cracks of the stone.

That means Gigi knows about the accident. In that, Azael appears through the double doors of the entrance of the institute, opening them with a bang. Several exclamations and whispers begin to sound down the hall and when I look at his face, I understand. His eye is extremely purple, his jaw is swollen, and his lip is split. And all of that tells me that he hasn't had a good day. Then his gaze is fixed on me. Time to run. I lower my head and bend my knees a little to look shorter and begin to walk briskly toward the literature room, trying to sneak past the crowd flooding the hall.

Suddenly Arthur called her, "Come here, I have something to show you." There was a cellar at the backyard. It was closed. Whenever Myra asked about that her mother told her that it was for avoiding tornadoes. They could easily save themselves by entering in it during natural calamity. But they never faced a tornado to go down in that cellar. Never in her life had she gone down under. Arthur lifted the lid and told her to go down after him. As they reached down there was a metal door with a combination of lock. Arthur cursed seeing the lock and dialled the number of his father. After asking him the combination of number he typed those number. And bingo, the door got opened with a cracking sou

Nicolai yelled at him but he just shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't fall for a friend." He then said. "Better be! Because I already have someone I like." Nicolai answered while smiling. "Oh? Who is it then?" "Can't tell you." "It's Jeon. I know." He said sparingly. Again, Nicolai is coughing again. Jeon, is one of their close friend, a Korean national like Nicolai. Nicolai is basically half blood tho. "H-How did you know?"