Gorgon Novels & Stories

- Ansel Gaute Costi, a noble class vampire who has the ability to speed and has a mystical weapon in the form of claws made of the sharpest fangs of Leviathan, the demon lord of the sea in the form of a seven-headed snake that can swallow Kraken with its huge mouth. - Andrew Tomahawk, a noble class vampire who has the ability to enlarge his body. But ever since he got a mystical weapon in the form of a spear made of the ribs of a Chimera, a two-headed dog that guards the gates of hell, Andrew was able to focus all his strength on his normal form, so his ability to wield a spear became more effective. - Ares, one of the selected seven hundred thousand ghouls, his ability to physically collide

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.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Cy asked with wide eyes. “Yes! Old Master Cy. Planet Gorgon is the most inconspicuous living planet in the universe. Compared with other living continents, it is like the gap between Village Pescado and the largest city on Planet Gorgon, or even worse. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can go out and have a look. That is the real stage for mankind.” The three of them were speechless for a long time. They were genuinely shocked by David’s words.

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

“Mhm.” Jace nodded solemnly. “It’s a terrifyingly strong beast. I’ve only read about it in our clan’s ancient books. The ancient books said that Gorgers fed on stars. At the same time, these beasts possess the ability to devour anything. The ancient books have records of a Gorger reigning supreme in ancient times as the lord of heaven and earth.” Jace pursed lips tightly. There was little information about the Gorgers recorded in their clan’s books. There were only few brief descriptions of its devastating abilities.

Ariel denied, but her blush gave her away, and Ragnar almost smiled at her adorable embarrassment. "Okay." "Let's experience her scent. She's your personal slave and intended breeder. Bring her closer, I want to inhale her aroma," Gorg's words resonated within Ragnar's thoughts, causing another flicker of amusement to cross Ragnar's face. "You're smiling. She's making you smile, yet you'll deny it..." Gorg's sentence was cut short as Ragnar's voice unexpectedly interjected with words he immediately regretted. Gorg had momentarily incapacitated Ragnar's control over his speech.

Stallion replied. "Okay, and what about my uncle, Gabin?" Cobra asked. "We'll work on it. One step at a time. Right now, I need your help." Stallion replied. "What do you want from me?" Cobra asked. "Alas, I need you to get rid of someone. Her name is Queen Scorpion. I want you to eliminate her tonight. I'll send her picture and all the information you need shortly." "Just one girl? Piece of cake." Cobra said.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

"The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?" Yik turned to look at Logan. He had purposely run to the ocean to create the ideal environment for his Godtool. "How dare you speak so rudely to Saint Logan?!" A pair of black and white figures hurried to Logan's side—Ater and Kaiser. They bowed toward Logan. "Greetings, Saint Logan. We came rushing wh