Gorgon Novels & Stories

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

There was seriously no better time than now to appreciate her dark skin tone, at least she was sure her cheeks were not all pink and flushed but the blush did tickle her a bit. "My name is Thygas and this is Gorgor" he answer calmly. 'Gorgor?' Was she dreaming right now? "Gorgor?!" She looked very surprised. "Yes Rain" he breathed out of frustration. He was actually too tired to answer her, just like earlier but sadly he could not knock her out again because this time around, she might never wake. He knew Trivenians were weak generally so he did not want to take chances. "This is Gorgor"

I had honed my skills through countless battles, and my special power—the Moon’s Fury—allowed me to tap into the Luna energy and multiply my abilities. I stepped into the arena, and the cheers grew even louder. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed that the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild and feral. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath my feet, and from the shadows emerged a massive creature. It was a Gromar—a fearsome beast with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers. Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one.

A month later, The air in Sanctuary Zero had reached a point of crystalline tension. Outside the granite walls of the Ozark stronghold, the world was a chaotic tapestry of teal lightning and oceanic roars. The Siren-Class Harbinger had not sent a fleet; she had sent her final, most desperate weapon - a Resonance-Colossus made of pressurized seawater and ancient, vengeful intent. Xander stood at the reinforced threshold, his golden aura no longer just a shimmer but a blinding, solar flare that pushed back the encroaching Abyssal dampeners.

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.

It scraped my vocal cords raw. "Now." The technician scrambled to a wall panel. It was still discharging in short, erratic snaps. The smell of singed plastic and ozone hit the back of my throat. He bypassed the melted circuits, his fingers trembling so hard he nearly dropped his tools. A holographic projection flickered to life. The light was unstable—a blue-white strobe that made my retinas throb. General Korg appeared. He was a brute. His neck was a column of scarred muscle. His golden eyes were wide with a frantic, animal energy.

But in the end Echidnya was killed by Argus Panoptes, a hundred-eyed titan. 12. Mermaid Mermaids (or Merman for men) have been talked about since 5000 BC. Even Christopher Columbus said he had seen him on his travels. In English fairy tales they are considered a warning of a curse or disaster. 13. Gorgon Gorgons are evil women with canines and live snakes instead of hair. Legend has it that if people see a Gorgon's face it will turn to stone. Possibly the most famous Gorgon is Medusa who is the only woman who is the largest among the 3 siblings (the others are S

While the girls ran away Nurse Lou barreled into the ground and reappeared Infront of them, cutting off their exit. “Goes that answered your question.” Said Madison. Nurse Lou arched her back and projected green beans of energy from her eyes. “Don’t let them hit you,” Hughley said. June leaped in and conjured a stone wall to absorb the hit from the energy beams. “Gorgons can turn anything they look at into stone. Especially living creatures.” “Good to know.” April G said. By the way, since when you can do that, June?” “Since now I guess.”