Gargoyle Novelas e Histórias

Vanity said matter-of-factly. “Listen I know what I felt, and I know what I saw, and my eyes changed color. They only do that when they see an Angel, Vanity.” Paul was very combative. “This is bad, this is very bad. We are gonna need backup if there is an Angel involved.” Greed started pacing. “Ornais make the call, and tell mother that we need Wrath back up here and also tell her to send Envy and Gluttony as well.” Greed ordered.

I asked Lilith as she stood in front of me. I wasn't sure why I was so mad at Della but it had to do with the fact that she trusted those fucking mutt Rogues. Maybe my father was right. They were all just the same in the end. Della chose to go with them and understand them. I supposed that my anger was directed more at my past. When Hailey died, she didn't just die. She was brought forward by other members of the pack as being traitorous when a few of our werewolves were being targeted by the Rogues.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

The dozens of unconscious magicians sprawled on the ground told a tale of intense combat, the signs of which were scattered about the area like a gruesome testament to the ferocity of the battle. As he gazed upon the carnage before him, he couldn't help but notice the Prime Gargoyle, a Unique rank summon, broken into pieces on the ground. Its head, the only remaining part, seemed to stare back at him with a haunting intensity as if it were a reminder of the power that lay before him. "What a sight to see," one of the dark blue-robed mages commented, his voice dripping with disdain. "A Unique rank summon, broken to pieces by a mere mortal."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

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.”

Something huge detached itself from the darkness and approached her. Carine scrabbled backwards away from the monster as it came towards her, halting in the middle of the room. It was six feet tall, covered in black leather which Carine abruptly realised was its skin and had what looked like wings folded on its back. She felt the twitch of madness grab at her as she looked upon the horrible face of a gargoyle; wide, bulging eyes in a muddy colour, fanged mouth revealed by peeled back lips. It stopped over the hole, squatted and issued a stream of liquid as it locked eyes with her. She’s just having a pee…

“Nicolas often plays poker with Charlie. He and Plurio hated each other more than Matthew hated his brother Lucas. Shortly after the war started, I set up new wards around his compound.” “King Nicolas gave her a gargoyle made of terracotta by a Parisian artist during the 3rd century as a wedding gift,” said Frank before turning his attention to Coralis. “If you passed by him to take a portal, is it safe to assume he’ll tell the Chicago vampires? Veronica and Hendrick have been calling a few times during the week.” “Yes, he said he would.” Sonylla spit the alcohol in her mouth, and Chiwa choked on it.

With his free hand, he tentatively touched the blade, as if he thought to pull it out. William pulled a second dagger and looked at the other guard. His eyes were popping with shock. “Step aside,” William ordered. The guard dropped his head and moved out of the way; his eyes trained on the floor as they passed. William entered the extravagantly decorated room like an enraged bull. His gaze flashed around the garishly expensive items; the crystal chandelier that occupied more than half of the recessed ceiling, three—he counted them, three life sized marble sculptures of Lycaon himself, and various paintings and furniture that dated all the way to ancient Rhome.

Like I said, horn dog. We entered what was, basically, an illegal gambling den and bar. It was a nice setup, and actually pretty classy as far as illegal operations go. It was mostly witches and warlocks but some humans as well. Once we got inside, Gigi took the opportunity to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. For a split second, I almost imagined/wished she was hinting for me to follow her and fulfill my fantasy. But then I realized I needed a reality check and to stop defiling her in my mind.