Gargoyles Goliath Novels & Stories

Forseti hadn’t noticed in his absent mindedness that they had entered the lair of gargoyles- gargoyle lions to be exact. He ducked gracefully to avoid the paw of the unwitting lion that had pounced at him from above. He gracefully unsheathed his sword as he sliced the silly creature into two- from head to tail. Looking at the number of warriors present, Forseti licked his lips. They barely numbered past twenty. But these were not just twenty random warriors- they were twenty of the best. The gargoyles on the other hand, were numerous, their forms filling the ground and their presence in the sky noted as the sounds of their wings beating against the air conveyed their annoyance. This sight wo

"We are close" "Close to the demon's cave?" I queried. "No. Close to the creature that made that growl" Benjamin said. Before he could speak further, we felt a chill behind them. "Fucking hell!" My gaze widened at the creature behind us. "You didn't deem it necessary to inform me we were tracking a fucking gar" "It's called a Gargoyle and you didn't ask" Benjamin forced out as we watched the winged creature approach us as if approaching a prey.

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

He stood over ten feet tall, with skin as dark as coal and eyes that glowed with an otherworldly light. He wore a cloak made of black feathers and carried a staff that crackled with dark energy. "You are brave to come here, hunter," Mammon said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But you will regret your decision." As he spoke, Mammon raised his staff, and a group of gargoyles emerged from the darkness, ready to attack. Edna knew that she was in for a tough fight, but she refused to back down. She charged at the gargoyles, her sword flashing in the dim light of the lair. The gargoyles were fast and agile, and they dodged her attacks with ease.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

Were there any more tunnels she wasn't aware of that she could have used to help the Pope escape? Was it possible that Sulu had forewarned them? Diana, on the other hand, received an answer. When the six of them heard growls, they turned to confront the Cathedral guards, who were a pack of seven black dreadful Goblins, twice the size of a human and packed with muscle and claws, who were also armed with a shield and knights armor.

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."

I ask. He holds his index finger up and warily looks around the open area. “We should─” The floor rumbles, followed by a deafening roar. Rising up, I take his hand as the roof begins to shake. Sounds of screams and rushing footsteps reverberate below us. Fallon grips me tightly and releases his wings to fly up, but several creatures appear around us before we can take off. I look cautiously as the creatures raise their sharp-clawed paws. They look like a mixture between a cat, a bird, and a gargoyle. Their bodies are grey, and their back legs look like they belong to gigantic birds.

Four towering figures, silent and still. They were Ice Golems, ancient constructs carved from the oldest glacier in the valley. Each stood nearly three meters tall, shaped like noble warriors frozen in time. Behind their crystalline helms burned twin sapphiric lights, unblinking and alive with unnatural awareness. A low, throbbing hum filled the corridor, the sound of their hearts, the sound of ancient power that never slept. “We can’t fight them,” Orion whispered, his sharp eyes analyzing every inch of the constructs. “They’re immune to physical damage. Their cores are linked directly to Valerius. One wrong move, and he’ll know we’re here.”

Above us, the massive brass shadow that had detached from the ceiling was closing the gap with terrifying speed. It was a Forge-Gargoyle—a colossal, four-legged sentinel designed to clear the crucible shafts of structural debris. Its heavy body was cast from dense, dark brass, its joints armored by thick plates of layered iron that ground together with the sound of a collapsing fortress. It didn't slide; it used its massive, four-inch mechanical talons to gouge deep channels into the basalt walls, descending the vertical chute in large, terrifying bounds that sent massive chunks of broken stone raining down upon our heads. Clang. Clang. Clang.