Gargoyles Goliath Elisa Novels & Stories

Turning my attention back to the corpse, I gestured toward the far end of the room. Elias stepped out of the shadows. He was an old, weathered wolf who walked with a severe limp. He did not fight on the front lines. Elias studied ancient lore, dark artifacts, and the history of pack enemies. He approached the metal slab, pulling a pair of thick leather gloves over his wrinkled hands. “Tell me what this is,” I ordered. Elias traced a finger over the strange, dark veins pulsing beneath the dead warlock's skin.

Then she turned to Elliot and told him, “Elliot, I need you to breathe fire into the chalice. Elliot breathed fire into the chalice, and she handed it to me, “Elisa, please drink this after Elliot stands behind you and prepares to catch you. Elliot moved behind me and I drank the blood in the chalice. I felt something rush into me so fast, and so hard, that it knocked me backward and everything went black. I was trying to catch my breath when a beautiful pale green dragon with golden eyes appeared before me, “Hello, Elisa. I am Ryoko. I know we’re going to have so much fun. Hello, Vixen! Should we set up the area to prepare for her bear next? Maybe have a welcome party?” I chuckled, “Okay, l

“Isaac” “Isaac” The voice keeps on calling me again, repeatedly. It is just like an echo that keeps on bouncing. I walk to find the voice who is calling me but I was surprised that I am no longer inside my apartment. I am in a forest and I heard different voices from different people and I can’t understand what they are saying. I heard a gunshot too that is why I got scared and hid in the tall grass to save myself from what was going on. I didn’t know what was happening but I could sense that it was not good. I heard the voices again and I saw them, they were looking for something. They are human-like but they are giants. Some of them have three eyes but most of them have seven faces and eac

The Silver Basin was saved, but it felt like a graveyard. The Gulgatha was gone, but in its place sat a man who was a stranger to everyone who loved him. Elias—or the entity that used to be Elias—sat on a jagged rock at the mouth of the valley. He didn't blink. He didn't breathe. His skin was the color of a winter moon, and his eyes were two pools of bottomless black ink. To the 12,000 refugees, he was a terrifying god. They walked in wide circles around him, whispering prayers. But to Selene, he was a hollow shell of the son she had fought twenty years to find.

Rhea was a whirlwind of white fur and silver-tipped claws, tearing through the scaled monsters with a ferocity that made even Marcus hesitate for a second. ​But Elias... Elias was something else entirely. He didn't shift fully into the obsidian monster, but he moved with its speed. He was a blur of shadows, his hands shifting into claws that sliced through the Hive-spawn as if they were made of paper. He fought with a cold, surgical precision, protected Rhea’s flank with a devotion that transcended the mate bond. ​As the last of the guardians fell, a heavy iron door at the end of the tunnel groaned open. A wave of heat hit them—smelling of sulfur and old blood.

It would have worked as well, except two gargoyles flew from their corner, intercepting the elf and knocking him from his target, the shrieks shattering the air in the basement. Trace continued to back up until he felt Giselle at his back. He braced for another attack, watching as Kree leaped into the air, chomping down on the closest gargoyle, the creature exploding in a burst of ash as the coshey ripped the creature's leg off. Kree sneezed, his whole body shaking as he did, before turning for the next attacker. Rhychard was in a fight with one of the dark elves, swords ringing as they met, the fighters dancing around each other.

It's not because something holding her down, but her body seemed heavier. The crowd gasped as they watched the two contenders. Because of Chloe's movement awhile ago, her hood came down. Red hair with its ends hidden inside the cloak. Some of its red locks fell on her youthful face. What made them gasped was the golden dragon-like eyes. Queen Elisa, Master Xeinmi, and Master Froilan stood abruptly nearly knocking their chairs off. "Impossible," Queen Elisa muttered, her eyes brimmed with tears. Impossible... She's dead. How come...

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

The whole shop was in chaos and the owners were outside looking through the windows while Elise and Bianca stood in amazement. “ We have got to save her, she is from the Dark Covens she may be our key in defeating Valdosta.” she said as Bianca and Elise ran up to her. “ You have got to be kidding me because guys guess who just walked in or rather flew in.” Bianca said while turning back to look at the door.

The sucking force threw them out the black hole and to the hard, cold floor. “Ellaine.” Finrod grabbed her shoulders and helped her get up. They were in the middle of a courtyard. There was a big bonfire at their back. The corridors were full of people. Caeruleus shove them forward to the front of fully cloaked people. “Where is the elf witch?” “She tarried during the journey.” Ellaine said. How glad she was that the witch always lagged behind. She just wish Margarette can get help fast.. The merman kneeled in front of the guardian. The both of them stood rigid, stubborn. However, Caeruleus moved behind them and pushed their backs so they will forcefully bow before the Dark Child.