Novelas y relatos de Gorgon

In the center of the matrimonial bed, where they had slept in peace for six months, lay a single object. A rose. But it wasn't black. It was a deep, necrotic red—the color of drying blood. Attached to the stem was a small, silver tag with a single word etched into it: Gorgon. Sloane felt the air turn to liquid in her lungs. The Gorgon wasn't a Syndicate hitman. He was a myth—the man the High Table sent when they wanted to erase not just a person, but their entire history. The "Widow’s Peak" had lived up to its name.

> [BIOMETRIC SCAN: TRENCH-GOLIATH] > Armor Density: High (Calcium Carbonate/Silicate matrix). > Weak Point: The articulation joints beneath the primary cephalothorax. > Tactical Solution: Angular kinetic displacement. > "Nero!" Ren projected, his voice echoing off the cavern walls. "Don't try to crush the center mass! The plates overlap downward! Strike the respiratory vents just beneath the jawline! It’s unarmored soft tissue!" Nero didn't question the Up-Worlder. She pivoted, her segmented eyes locking onto the second Goliath as it charged her.

The horns of the Sunken Empire wailed through the night fog, their brassy, mechanical notes reverberating off the hollow ribs of the ancient stone dragons. Out past the barrier reef, the silhouette of High Archon Morvath’s lead war-galley loomed—a dark, low-slung vessel propelled by four tiers of ash-wood oars and armored with black bronze plating. Behind it, a dozen smaller shadow-sloops moved like wolves through the shallow volcanic breakers.

Alfi is wondering. When Alfi is about to ask ßenlong who the one ßenlong referred to, a shining gold deity descends from the sky. It has four legs, a lion-like head, an elephant-like trunk, a pair of Garuda wings, fish-like scales, and there’s a spur on its every leg. It emits laser-like water from its trunk. It’s really strong that it crushes their protective shell. Alfi manages to nullify it by swinging Tipit, which he had unsheathed from his jacket sleeve, against it in time. Yes, he had set it up just in case something like this happened. ßenlong then dashes to dodge that water laser that it emits. Alfi is just able to back ßenlong up by nullifying all of the incoming water lasers.

Morrigan continued to walk farther from the edge of the pool and when she noticed it she was already beside Fiachra’s statue. “Do you remember the first time we met?” Morrigan asked him, walking around the pool not minding if she is now getting on the deeper end of the pool, across the marker. “Yes, I do, my queen,” Colfre replied. Morrigan looked around the room with a memory in mind. The bathhouse has its fair share of angel statues that holds a jar of water that is made of ceramics. But it was evidently designed with the emblem of Hymir, with crows embossed in gold at its wall. “I see, if the same thing happened today will you do the same?” Morrigan asked. Colfre scrunched his eyebrows wi

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

War-ro". "Moros, son of Nyx, god of Doom. I summon thee!" Immediately after the incantation, another figure appeared, male, tall, short dark hair and with a strange tattoo covering the area around his eyes. "Kratos, the brutal! Show yourself!" Lightning flashed then out of it stood a buffed up and heavily toned man with rippling muscles showing all over his bare upper body. He was bald and had a thick beard. "Stheno and Euryale, Gorgon sisters! Heed to your master's calling!"

They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs. Normally, Tartal was the creator of the zombies, a grave sin totally considering the fact that they are originations from dead humans and this reason, the rogues were even careful not to mingle with him. That should also explain how easy it was for them to have had an alliance with Rex. What a betrayer! After they've digested the whole game thing, a fight erupted quickly. Mia on her part was trying to disguise her moves in case they were going to find her out like that.

I was still holding Hunter’s hand, could feel the warmth of his touch spread through my body as he squeezed my hand gently. Closing my eyes, I could feel my eyes change colors right before she opened my mouth to speak. “Zanicus,” My eyes widened hearing her voice. It’s exactly the same as… “Coraline?” Zane turned his head in my direction, his eyes wide in deep shock. ‘Valkerie? What are you doing?’ I asked my dragon, but she’s not answering.