Gargoyles Book Novels & Stories

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

All of its heads hissed in their direction as they approached, but Willow held out a hand and they settled down. “How do you do that?” Clara asked, amazed. “It’s an enchantment. Don’t ask me how. I won’t tell you. It’s a wind spirit’s thing.” The gargoyles bent and twisted before finally parting out of the way, and they went through. Behind the door guarded by the three-headed gargoyles was a mini version of the academy’s huge library but dusty and windowless. On the floor was a frayed carpet that looked like it hadn’t been washed for ages. In every step, there were clouds of dust puffing out of it. Although thankfully, there were at least pieces of wooden furniture that existed in this part

“Thank you.” “Do you want me to assist you?” Tyron offered. “No need.” Gwen answered, smiling. “I think I can manage on my own.” Gwen walked back to her room with the book and closed the door behind her. She sat down on her seat and sighed, then glanced at the book. It was dark-covered, and the title was written in a language she couldn’t understand. When she opened the book though, she could read what was written inside. There were so many chapters of different spells, and most if not all made use of blood. The more she flipped pages, the more shocked she became. She didn’t know if she should feel disgusted at the gory acts or in awe of how it is carried out.

I heard a whimper of desperation fall from my lips as I closed the distance between the foyer and the gargoyle hunched over the keep, the odd light of its luminescent blue eyes watching me. I could have sworn, as I let out a damning howl, raising my mutt to the cloud-covered moon, that the gargoyle hybrid on the balustrade was almost grinning, the shadow of what I was stunned to realize was its fur hanging like mist above its bulky frame. ”Nola farthing child, this is it,” I squealed, the blood ringing in my ears as I threw myself on my side, sliding under the sharpened teeth of the iron grate and toppling, feet first, into the steep blackness.

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

Billy had been in Arizona for three weeks. He had only planned to stay a week, two, at the most. Billy’s plans had changed when his angel reappeared. His sweet Gabriella. He had brought his briefcase and laptop. He worked from Garvey’s. However, there was a board meeting he couldn’t miss back in New York.

Outside, the Green Sorcerers led by Vladimir was thickening the magic shield before them. A group of gargoyles was trying to fly through the magic wall created by the Green Sorcerers. From behind came the sound of heavy footsteps, and several Carnivorous Plant Golems appeared to the edge of the magic shield. They pierced through the magic shield and jumped to beat every gargoyle that appeared. But the gargoyles that were trying to break through the magic shield were far stronger than the Carnivorous Plant Golem Cassia had created.

The crimson liquid was completely absorbed into the gargoyle’s porous form, amplified by demon magic. A complex network of glowing, dark veins began to pulse violently beneath the stone surface, and the gargoyle’s heavy eyelids suddenly snapped wide open. It’s eyes were bloodshot, glowing, and completely menacing. A low, vibrating growl reverberated heavily through the mountain air, serving as both a ancient warning and a dark greeting to it’s threshold.

Caleb then spun rapidly, shooting forward into the middle of the gargoyles, lifting and swinging the Guardian repeatedly! Splat! The gargoyles shrieked as they were gutted, their red and black innards spilling all over the ground! Everyone else started to fight too, with Tia thrusting her silver spear through a gargoyle and deftly leaping away as another gargoyle tried to attack her from the back. It turned out that the claws of gargoyles were razor sharp, and their flapping wings could kick up a strong gust. Worst of all, they could spit venom!

Garth asked as he hopped out of the car. It was then that I realized that Garth was still in human form. “Wait a minute,” I stammered, “Didn’t you say you’re a werewolf?” “I prefer lycanthrope,” he replied. “But... the moon is full...” I stammered. “Don’t believe all you hear,” Magdalena said as she walked past a snickering Garth and a puzzled me. “Something doesn’t feel right. The air stinks.” She looked directly at Garth, “Can you smell them?”