Gargoyles Goliath Elisa Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Elise was surprised when she saw a familiar face. “Hi,” said the man, grinning at Elise, who was now staring at her with her mouth agape. “Y-you—” “Judging by your reaction, it looks like you still remember me, huh… Elisabeth Galloway. Maybe you also still remember my body.” The woman named Elisabeth Galloway was about to get up from her place, but the man quickly approached her and stopped her steps, leading Elise back to where she was. “Tsk-ck-ck… why are you like a dog, anyway? It’s so good to run away like in the old days,” he sneered.

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

*** Present… Through the exit of the floor where the auction has just taken place, feeling less a princess than a prisoner, Elysia flies down to the ground along with the guards who would probably follow her if she went to the restroom. A gargoyle carriage is waiting, the four gargoyles looking wicked and mean, an iron cage settled behind them. She swears under her breath. This is a mistake. She meant an ordinary carriage when she asked the guards to bring one. Not one with an iron cage.

And then she appeared. A woman clothed in glowing robes stood before me. she was suspended in an endless void of stars and flame. “Elise.” I stared, my lips trembling. “Who… are you?” “I am Maelis,” she said. “The guardian of balance. And you, child, are the last dreamkeeper.” I couldn’t speak. My heart was a hammer in my chest. “Time is unraveling,” she continued. “The eclipse draws near, and Gina moves to corrupt it. She plans to use the divine essence within your children—Lyra and Kael—to summon the Devourer into the waking world. Permanently.”

her eyes got glossy from something I call longing; I saw tears streaming down from her eyes like river Nile. “I asked, who… are… YOU?” Zeus moved a step back, his eyes burning with anguish. I held his hand but he jerked it away in anger. I don’t know what’s going on inside his mind. “I’m E---Elisa Blackwood…” she managed to let out a few words. He looked at Arthur and he nodded in response, what is going on here. I felt the lady shivering from fear and I held her hand, asking her to sit.

His voice echoed, low and ancient, nothing like him. "I... return." Lucian, now healed, tried to approach. "Elias, can you hear me? It’s me. It’s okay. We’re here." The creature wearing Elias tilted its head. "Lucian D’arcy...You dare address me?" Gabriel stepped forward, heart hammering. "Who are you?" The black energy swirled around Elias’s limbs like living shadows. "I am the one your precious kind buried. The name lost in the screams of the dying. I am Tzareth—the Reclaimer."

She was a bit pale and her knees were actually trembling. The flight was okay at first. The weather was nice. But now it was a bit bumpy due to turbulence caused by a sudden storm. He was about to tease her more when they heard a thunder and felt another turbulence. Elisia screamed from fear and suddenly jumped into Thane's body making them fall on the floor. ******************** Readers' Guide: Lilith - Queen of Acheron and mother of Elisia. Versipellis - meaning shapeshifting, a country named by the former Werewolf King.

“You are not the last. You are the key.” Beneath Whitemoon, She landed in a vast cavern. The Hollow’s pulse was deafening. Her knees hit the ground. She groaned, then forced herself up. Something stood ahead. Not a beast. Not a person. A shadow with eyes. A whispering form with the echo of Seren’s face—younger, burning, broken. And then it spoke. Not with malice. With recognition. “Elise of the Final Cycle. Come closer. Let me show you why they fear you.”

At their feet lay a tall, gold-plated goblet, its gleaming surface reflecting the scattered red wine spilled across the floor. “You said Elisa’s daughter has returned?” Julia asked, her beautiful eyes narrowing dangerously. “Yes, Luna. This news was passed on by the servants in the grand hall.” Julia clenched her hand tightly, her gaze turning even colder and more menacing. The name “Elisa” was like a cursed incantation, dredging up memories she had long tried to bury. Elisa, a weak omega wolf, yet the most beautiful one in the Dark Eclipse pack, shone as brilliantly as the moon, the object of desire for many, including Julia’s own mate, Alpha Gerano.

Lyra fell to her knees, gasping, the mark on her chest now glowing faintly—dim, but alive. Killian caught her as she slumped. “You did it. Goddess, Lyra… you did it.” But before she could speak— A faint rumble rolled through the cave. Then another. And then, far off, a howl. No, not a howl. A chorus. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. Elias appeared from the other tunnel, limping, blood staining his robes. “They’re coming,” he said. “Not shadows. Not berserkers.”