Romans & histoires Gargoyles Oc

The sound moved backward, toward the tail, then hooked around toward the right wing. "Visual!" Marcus screamed, pointing out the right window. Clinging to the starboard engine nacelle was a nightmare. It was an Elder Gargoyle—massive, with skin like black obsidian and eyes that glowed with a cunning, hateful intelligence. It had survived the silver mist by encasing itself in a cocoon of its own wings, sacrificing the outer layer to protect its core. Now, it was stripping the metal casing off the jet engine with its bare hands.

Just as the end of the bridge came into sight our path was blocked by two figures dressed in black a stone creature roared between them. "Vampire's and a gargoyle." Lucinda breathed just loud enough for Max and I to hear. A purple glow swirled around them. "They are under a spell." I muttered. The grimoire bobbed almost nodding to me.The gargoyle lunged and Max transformed into his wolf growling fiercely. Lucinda's eyes changed to their vampire scarlet glow as crouched ready to brace the impact of the charging gargoyle. I fought in human form blocking one of the Vampire's as they hit out at me. Our attacking and defence was limited as we were standing on the bridge with the dark waters of th

“My granddaughter is only half Demon, and not a slut, so why don’t you take your skanky, jealous, Gargoyle ass and forget about Zander watching out for the granddaughter of Loki and Siri.” The woman’s eyes widened as she looked at me, then she apologized and hurried away as Siri let go of her hair. I sighed. “Thanks, but I can fight my own battles,” I said, walking past her. “Is that why your hand is bleeding?” she asked, following me. “My hand is bleeding because I knocked a smile off some jackass's face about 15 minutes ago, and that bitch was about to be next,” I said, not looking at her. “You’re not immortal yet. Fighting with Gargoyles is a bad idea if you don’t want to live with scars

As for Fyro, he is constantly burning to crisp those filthy Orcs. Yes, we are just a few but we are more powerful than these orcs. But I just caught a glimpse behind the Orcs of new arrivals. My eyes widened. Holy bitches, giant orcs? Oh wait, I know them. They are called Gargantuar and there are many of them! "Damn, those are dangerous, they're not wet as long as they die," Kaye promised. "Be careful, they spit acid poison." I was more nervous. I thought the fight was in flow but I did not expect that they would come. The Orcs had prepared it.

The crimson liquid was completely absorbed into the gargoyle’s porous form, amplified by demon magic. A complex network of glowing, dark veins began to pulse violently beneath the stone surface, and the gargoyle’s heavy eyelids suddenly snapped wide open. It’s eyes were bloodshot, glowing, and completely menacing. A low, vibrating growl reverberated heavily through the mountain air, serving as both a ancient warning and a dark greeting to it’s threshold.

Within seconds, the gargoyle stood before us again. The gargoyle’s eyes glowed as it shifted on its feet. A deep growl came from its throat as a green glow emerged. Suddenly, it shot green goo onto all the surrounding lycans, including James. The substance was thick, and it held them in place. Before I could react, it pointed at me. “You can go.” I blink at the creature and then back at Ally’s father. “I’m not leaving him.” “He is not your trial. His release is pending another’s. You have passed.” He moved to the side and pointed to the arch behind him. It began to glow with silver and blue swirls. “Go.”

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

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.

I shouted, apologizing for accosting them, in shock by him unexpectedly doing that. Suddenly, the strobe lights came on again. And while actors dressed in horror costumes were jumping out at us, that wasn’t why everyone began screaming bloody murder. Tyce, in his wolf form, had let out the most terrifying growl I'd ever heard, ripping a rat, his lethal teeth and claws on full display, blood flying from his mouth as his teeth crushed against its body and bones. Even I was terrified, while knowing it was him. When the room went dark again, I heard mumblings through the crowd.

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.