Gorgon Novels & Stories

Alexander whispered to himself, realizing this was the very monster Wyatt had warned him about. It was like a fighter jet if catfish could be jets. Splash! Gomorrah made its move, its lengthy body—easily over 12 meters—snaking through the water toward Alexander. Its wide-open mouth, lined with rows of bone-white teeth, sent shivers down the spine. Zip! Alexander unleashed a slash of energy from his sword, but it slid off Gomorrah's slimy body without leaving a mark. Alexander's most powerful strike, one that could split the heavens, was shrugged off as if it were nothing.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

He simply kept walking forward, the terrifying density of his mineralized bone and mutated muscle making him look less like a man and more like an avalanche taking human form. "What—what are you?" Thorne whimpered, stumbling backward until the back of his knees hit the rusted safety railing of the gantry. The open sea churned violently fifty feet below, a churning abyss of black water and white-capped foam. "I told you down in the bilge, Thorne," Rangga said softly, closing the remaining distance between them with terrifying speed. "You're wasting bullets on something that doesn't bleed anymore."

"My sanguimancy has detected a complete lack of aggression along the Silvertooth lines. Your soldiers are reinforcing defensive perimeters instead of executing the wolves we isolated at the river. One might think you are stalling." "I am securing our borders against Lord Gorgon’s automated factories, Cynthia," Carmilla replied, her voice a flat, freezing monotone that she forced through her unmoving chest. "If we exhaust our elite forces fighting a rabid pack of hounds, Gorgon will march his machines straight through our gates."

The sky was a chaotic tapestry of grey wings and screaming metal. The transport plane, nicknamed "The Black Coffin" by Sterling engineers for its boxy shape and stealth coating, shuddered violently as another gargoyle slammed into the fuselage. These weren't the cute grotesques found on cathedral gutters. These were biological siege weapons bred by the Fenrir Council—creatures of animated granite and ancient sorcery, weighing half a ton each, capable of flying at transonic speeds.

Some of the renditions showed me in a good light. “Riding, shooting, fencing?” The groom stood up. “She can ride anything with legs, including the horus.” I was impressed. The horus is a fearsome beast that looked like a giant falcon with razor sharp talons and a sharp, hooked beak. He had two heads. No one could ride him except for Birgir and myself. “She can shoot from the back of a beast or on her feet. She is quick with the bow.”

*Roar* A hulking figure spotted Alexis. With a frame towering over 5 feet and a large club that glistened with blood and gore, the large giant struck down with its club, generating a strong wind towards Alexis. Alexis’s eyes gleamed as she watched the powerful strike descending upon her. She didn’t sidestep this attack. Although the giant was an Ascender, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t need to. There were differences between Ascenders. She bent her knees and calmed her breath. With an upward slash she reminded her enemies of her presence.

Her military close combat training prevailing over the strength of Goliath. She got up quickly looking around swiftly to see if she could find a weapon, but before she could, the black Goliath was at it again , spearing her onto the metal table! For a moment, she thought her spine had given up as the two of them collapsed onto the hard floor. Her back complained as she groaned and rolled pitifully on the floor, but lo, the black giant was up already and at it again.

I pondered. Slowly, I turned back to see the man who had met me in the kitchen. He was staring at me with those dark soulful eyes. But why did the man call him alpha? I asked myself. He can't be Giovanni, right? As the realization began to sink into me, my eyes widened. "Y-your w-water…" I stammered. "Take it back. I don't need it anymore" He spoke with eyes staring intensely into mine. I stood there staring at him, unable to form a single word. My subconscious kept on screaming that the man I'd been referring to as a sexy giant was the alpha, Giovanni.