Gormenghast Illustrated Trilogy Novels & Stories

The ingots, bathed in the blood-red glow, began to vibrate, their metallic surfaces shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence. Runes and symbols, ancient and arcane, sprang to life, dancing and swirling within the magic circle like a swarm of fireflies. They pulsed with an eerie light, their intricate patterns weaving a tapestry of power that stretched towards the ceiling of the basement, forming a crimson pillar that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality. A stark counterpoint to the vibrant crimson pillar of light, a hazy grey aura began to emanate from the decaying corpses. It coalesced, swirling and twisting, until it formed a dense, inky black cloud that billowed upwards, attemp

The wind howled through Boneburn Forest, carrying the acrid scent of burned wood. Lia crouched low among the twisted trees, her wolf ears flat against her skull, her senses straining for any sign of movement. Her sharp golden eyes scanned the underbrush, the faint rustling of leaves barely audible over the distant crackling of flames. A human hunting trap lay ahead, its iron teeth glinting in the dim light of the waning sun. "Greyskin," she muttered to herself, a bitter edge to the word. A half-wolf, a cursed creature—her existence was a silent rebellion against the world.

I looked up at my mother, and she nodded for me to take his hands. I slowly reached to take his hands and as soon as we touched I began to see images. It startled me so bad I let go of his hands. “I am sorry Your Majesty I should have prepared you that you will see what I see.” I looked around then smiled at Nicoli and reached out again. As he took my hands, I saw a mechanic room much like the one we destroyed on Kaihu. I saw Derrick and Kristana standing near me or rather Galen as I am seeing through his eyes. Galen looked around and was ready to take a swing with his flaming sword at something near the door when it looked as if he heard something, spinning around, his father was sending wh

Ahmet ordered Frey to kill all the ghouls in front of the entrance and ordered Glory to spread a network of plants, then draw a magic circle of thunder and pump electricity into the plants, so they became like an electric fence. Everyone entered. They were led by Frey who was killing the ghouls in the vanguard. The corridor led them towards the closed room. They found themselves in a large room that had two entrances, one closed by magic and the other leading towards the secret entrance. The room was like a small temple with three tombs and an altar. On the slaughter was a female skeleton. On the ground was the skeleton of a man who was holding a dagger in his left hand, and in his right han

“The fewer people who know the better, however, if the Princess does disclose it to them, Mathias will come and ask me. When that time comes, I will not lie to him. Much has happened in the past year, with the attacks on the Clan Mansion, I fear something else maybe be coming our way. History has a bad habit of repeating itself and if any of these gateways were to be opened I would want Mathias on my side.” With those last words, Abner excuses himself, bidding me good night. No sooner does he leave me sitting in his study than the old man appears again. I thought I had seen the last of him when Abner dismissed him before. Apparently not, as the old man leads me up the stairs and shows me to

Shadows writhed and twisted, a manifestation of the dark energies at play. As he fought, the desolate realm revealed its true nature. A wave of Emberhounds, fiery wolf-like beasts with burning fur, charged toward him, their eyes glowing like molten coals. The ground crackled beneath their paws, and Flameheart could feel the heat radiating off their bodies. He leaped aside, narrowly avoiding their snapping jaws, the air thick with the scent of singed earth.

At the center, a stone pedestal holds a glowing orb, pulsating with light. Gemini approaches cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “This must be what we were meant to find,” she says, reaching out toward the orb. She sees visions of wars, ancient warriors, and a darkness so strong and broad that it threatens to devour everything in its path as her hand hovers over it. However, there is also light in those visions—a dazzling, blinding force that drives the darkness away. The voice of GLZ, "Gemini," breaks through the blur of pictures. "Are you alright?"

Morgana led Lira through the winding corridors of Grimhowl’s grand estate, finally stopping at a secluded chamber tucked away from the bustling heart of the pack’s fortress. The room was small, its atmosphere thick with the scent of herbs, dried flowers, and the faint must of old parchment. Candles flickered in the corners, casting long shadows against the stone walls, which were lined with ancient tomes—some so worn that the titles had faded to nothing more than ghostly traces.

It was the one place Julian would never think to look, as it seemed too obvious and too foolish. To the left, behind the third dryer, there was a panel that looked bolted. A slim metal case waiting in the gap. Eleven files. Enough dirt to drag every rich family that ever paid the Forge to bury their messes straight to hell. We were maybe ten feet away when the lights cut out completely. The emergency red lights flickered on, washing the whole place in a sick glow. Julian's voice came over the intercom, smooth and almost laughing, like he still thought the situation was fun.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.