Gargoyles Dragons Novels & Stories

Eyes as large as truck tires scan the arena as the… the… “Oh, my Goddess,” I whine, struggling to catch my breath as a fucking dragon lifts its body from the pit. There are tales of these creatures in our folklore. Creatures of the elements–of fire, water, air, and earth. They were guardians of the seas and mountain ranges. Of volcanoes and the skies. They lived in a time before even the earliest gods, and yet, here one stands, and it’s livid. It roars–a deep, guttural sound that makes my eardrums sing with pain. The ground beneath me shakes violently, forcing me to bend my knees to stay upright, but the crowd above ripples with excitement and applause, loving every second of it.

"This is it," whispered the Dragonkin, its voice filled with reverence. "The Gateway of Ancients." Sable approached the archway cautiously, almost holding her breath as she passed through it. On the other side, she found herself standing in a vast chamber, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent mushrooms that clung to the walls and ceiling. The air hummed with a tangible energy, as if the very essence of the dragons lingered in this sacred space. Sable's heart raced with anticipation as she took in the breathtaking sight before her. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal statue—a magnificent dragon carved from the purest obsidian. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, re

Clinging to the sheer glass sides of the towering skyscrapers, descending rapidly toward the convoy, were Blackwatch Gargoyles. They were specialized, spider-like mechs driven by human pilots, equipped with magnetic clamps that allowed them to scale vertical surfaces. They carried heavy plasma repeaters, aiming directly down into the narrow, unshielded gaps between the Behemoth and the Ironhead transports. "They're flanking us vertically!" Torque yelled over the radio, leaning out of his buggy to fire his combat shotgun blindly up at the glass walls. The Gargoyles opened fire. Superheated blue plasma bolts rained down into the narrow avenue. The Ironhead militia in the APCs screamed as plasm

Trent shuddered at the thought of someone young and naïve being in that situation. At least Beth knew her own value. She finished her song then looked up at him. He smiled and then brought the box to the bar. He put it on the floor behind it then straightened. "Okay lay this story on me." "Long ago fairies and gargoyles made a pact. Gargoyles would protect fairies against goblins." "We're mortal enemies of goblins, I get it," Trent said. He unloaded the box as he listened to what he already knew.

Archfiend Antigonuswas floating mid-air, and a violent surge of energy exited his body. All of a sudden, the weather on the mountain changed. The previously clear sky was now filled with dark clouds and rolling thunder, The energy combined to form 18 black dragons that immediately dove into the ground. After the dragons entered the ground, the earth started trembling with each passing moment, the trembles grew stronger. Not long after, the whole mountain was shuddering, and it looked like the apocalypse.

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

The Colosseum arena was packed full of Different dragons. The arena is similar to Roman stadium structures with pillars about it. There are three major types of dragons that make up a clan. The adult dragons are seated in front. They are one of the most powerful and famous dragons know to man. They are large with scales and can burn down an entire city in seconds. The warm-ly dragons, they are more like serpent dragons with long bodies and legs ranging from four to eight legs, they more like powerful massagers and subdivided into various earth dragon. The worm-ly with intelligence that transforms into humans flesh but has elves ears are known as vouivre.

Several flights of dull stairs later, we reached the main floor. Wide open with an enormous circular light in the center of the common area, it reminded me of the grand body of an octopus with its dimly lit tentacles going in every direction. Male and female gargoyles, mostly with some shade of brown or dark red wings, bustled around, busy with their jobs. Troy looked at Professor Pops. He winked. They intended to go through with the plan. In an instant, Troy shuddered into his dragon form.

He just hadn't wanted to believe it. :Warrior, look,: Kree mind-spoke. Rhychard followed the coshey's gaze to the top of Renny's building and felt an instant panic. Crawling along the roofline were a half dozen gargoyles, ugly creatures with hides like liquid leather, dark and damp. They were scrawny beasts with their skeletal structure visible under their flesh and red, sunken eyes in hollow sockets. They had no hair or fur and bulbous heads that held long pointed ears. Their claws were like bird's feet with razor sharp talons and bat-like, sinewy wings that sprouted from the middle of their backs. Their mouths were a hideous mass of yellowish, jagged teeth that Rhychard had seen tear a man

"You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life." I've never seen a dragon before and the thought makes my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. My head spins and my palms become sweaty with fear. My goosebumps rise to