Novel & Cerita Gargoyles Fanfic

Zander stomped in front of him, clenching his first in disbelieve. “What Griffin, you have a problem.” Zeus mocked, but their heads turn heading noises from the other way, screams, laughter, loud footsteps. All the Griffins jumped in front hearing though menacing laughs getting louder and louder as they came, then we saw a herd of Gargoyles comes flying through the corner, they stopped after seeing the Griffins.

Every step made me feel like I was getting closer to my death but thankfully, in three minutes, I had reached a second, larger and more kept aluminum gate with metal letters placed on it spelling out ‘PAWXLORE ACADEMY OF LYCANS’. I had barely taken a look through the thick bars of the tall gate to see the interior when someone popped out of nowhere on the other side, startling an already startled girl. I pushed my pounding heart back in my chest when I saw an old man with a ragged grey uniform, messy white hair, and a face that was scorner than Diana’s, glaring at me. “You lost young lady?” His voice was rusty and would sound mean even when he was trying to be nice, but that scorn on his fac

The servant handed him a scroll before excusing herself and leaving. Guerrian eagerly opened the scroll, but when he saw what was on it, the emotions in his gaze slowly changed. He started to find it hard to breathe. Seeing his change, Dexaldir went over to have a look as well. Instantly, he glared at Seraphine murderously. Seraphine retreated a step back in terror while facing his gaze. "D-Dexaldir, w-what's going on?" Guerrian charged at her and grabbed her by the throat. "You're a Phlegeton Demon! You're evil!"

Just as the charm spell started to run out and the warriors began to sustain more injuries from the attacks of the reptiles, a pair of gargoyles dropped from the sky carrying a 2-meter tall cocoon in their arms and heavy bags on their backs. A cord connected the bags to the chrysalis, and a set of runes glowed on its surface surrounding a palm print. The Leader smiled when she saw the golems, approached them, and put her palm on the print.

The three women had known each other since college so Fiona wasn't surprised that Colleen said that about her. She was creating something. Shading the eyes, elongating the fangs while making the wings longer. "It would work as a fountain. A series of gargoyles climbing up the side of a building or a tower." She could see it clearly in her mind. The water would fall over them as they reached for the sky. There would be three of them, all attempting to beat the other two to the top. Her hand stroked the head of the creature as the blurry vision materialized in her mind.

Was that like a reverse furry? "A human fetish." Mike said, and Abella nodded. "It's why I came here. I enjoy being around humans and interacting with them, something that is forbidden in the outside world. Gargoyles are a terrible species, content with killing for fun. They are very territorial, and last I heard, many were either wiped out by man, or in hiding as statues. I don't wish such a life upon me. I enjoy the smile on a child, or the way a human woman tosses her hair. I like how smooth and soft your skin feels, and..."

Samael smiled softly, drawing a whetstone from his belt to sharpen his scythe. “There's a reason gargoyles are grotesque, Shannon.” “Why?” I steadied myself on a branch stripped of bark. “To scare away evil spirits.” He rubbed the blade with his robe. It glinted like a crescent moon. “I am vicious but just. The angel of severity.” “And an all-around creeper.”

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.

“You are the Goblin’s Bride! The witch is coming! Kiss him now!” And at that moment, I totally lost my mind. I just found myself-- walking forward, kneeling at the side of the Goblin and was then bending half of my body closer to his. The mask was hiding half of his face. And when I removed it, something strange happened to my eyes. I felt a burning sensation in my eyes that lasted about a second. I don’t know but it felt like my eyes sparked. Then slowly, with all the courage I gathered, I let the Goblin’s lips touched mine.