Gargoyles Goliath Novels & Stories

I await your answer’ But the gargoyles said nothing, they consulted among the other in the language of utter growling. When they had seemingly concluded among the other, they raised their heads and spoke in their style of subsequence. ‘ How do you even weigh lives, they are not even tangible. If something has weight, they are all the same…’ they had made a mistake and that was why the vigor in their voice diminished with each word. They regarded the other as Elysius sighed their thoughtlessness away.

She scowled. The golem’s hollow eyes slowly colored green. The golem became alive. “GOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!” Each golem roared as soon as the life was given by the wizards. There were approximately ten of these dirt golems that were between 10 - 13 meters in height. Each of them was large enough to take your breath away and was ready to launch its first attack. They were unfriendly-looking friends. Humans were like ants in comparison. And, normal people would be scared out of their wits, their eyes were wide as if they would pop out of the socket.

"Let's do this." The God Giant Statue of Destroyers, a grotesque amalgamation of dark energy and ancient power, roared to life. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, and its massive arms swung down, aiming to crush the Gaia clan beneath its might. The ground trembled with each step it took, and the air crackled with dark energy.

Its eyes, when they landed on me, shone with an alien intelligence. Gargoyle. I’d read the word a hundred times in the old archives, but nothing prepared me for the reality of it. The thing was power incarnate, built for war and worship. It shook itself, sending a cloud of stone dust into the air. Its gaze landed on me, then James, then the rest of the pack. It did not attack. Instead, it cocked its head, as if waiting for something. The arch behind it kept pulsing, the light growing brighter, and the pain in my chest swelling to a maddening pitch. I clutched at my sternum, fighting to stay upright. Lightning began to form around me, burning my skin in a wild electrical storm.

"Gargoyles incoming." The group readied themselves as gargoyles approached. "Unbelievable," I thought, impressed by the werewolf twins' acute hearing. Scott assessed the threat. "Gargoyles, no problem.." "I'm more concerned about what is in front." Cameron said. My eyes widened as a colossal, stone-encrusted monster emerged. "Remember our strategy," Kaid shouted. Lila and Lily soared into the sky, engaging the gargoyles. "Ready?" Kaid asked.

“Who do you think you are to keep me against my will?” Derek didn't reply. In fact, he was stunned by the sudden outbursts. Derek's silence encouraged Lewis to continue. “I think you are feeling like Stygian. Kidnapping and threatening people like it was legal.” Paulo couldn't hold back his laugh anymore. He let out a short mocking life before controlling himself again. Derek was amused by Lewis' ignorance. “Just so you know, young man. I'm Derek Stygian.” Lewis wanted to laugh but his brain quickly calculated everything that had happened. He had never met Stygian before but everything he heard and saw here were similar to the things he had heard about him.

Noah, on the other hand, was unbothered by the whole ordeal. All he wanted was to bid for the Unicorn Statue as soon as he could. "Mr. Richard, are you really going to let him speak?" Noah said impatiently. Allen shot a glance at Larissa and said disdainfully, "Let him speak! I'm curious as to what this young man has to say!" Larissa remained composed and said in a relaxed tone, "Legend has it that everything on earth possesses a spiritual essence. "Not just animals, but even stones have souls. Gargoyles, for instance, were believed to be stone protectors that would come to life at night to ward off evil forces.

What if Evangeline used him against them? Suddenly, Lucian stopped, his senses alert. "Listen." Aria held her breath, straining to hear. A low, guttural growl echoed through the air, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. "Gargolyles," Lucian said, his voice low. "Ancient creatures, guardians of the Spire. They're fiercely territorial." They prepared for battle, their senses heightened. The gargolyles emerged from the shadows, their bodies a grotesque blend of stone and flesh, their eyes glowing with an eerie green light. They were massive creatures, their wings spanning the width of the narrow path.

He was about to say ‘my friends. “Gairoshi is a phrase from the old language of Apharoth. It means grit for glory,” explained Chaos. A strong wind blew outside the tent and some of the cold breeze got in. Carysse knew she felt the icy air but also felt it from her insides. It was like Gairoshi was a bad omen.

They were monsters of the old world. The Fenrir Council hadn't just sent soldiers. They had emptied their cages. "Gargoyles," Jack hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Stone-Skin Gargoyles. The Council’s airborne demolition squad." One of the creatures, larger than the rest, swooped down and raked its claws across the top of the transport. The sound was deafening—like a fork scraping across a giant plate. "They're trying to shred the engines!" Marcus struggled with the yoke. "I can't outrun them! They're riding the magical currents!"