Gothic Arch Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She decided to not pay attention to him all evening and just chill. The party was awesome in more ways than one, besides the activities and dancing Cleo actually felt knackered and wanted to call it an evening. She only had a glass of wine, ginger ale, and a couple of mocktails. She was looking around for her best friends Jane and Brendan when she returned to the VIP section after dancing around at the non VIP section of the club but her eyes landed where they shouldn't have. There was a passage way that led somewhere, she didn't know where because she had seen both her friends walk out of the same area a tad bit too high or tipsy. She was on her phone for a while researching the club she wa

He ran a palm across the wooden lid, feeling the texture of the inlaid flower. "The Rose," he whispered. Rodriguez felt foolish. For years he had traveled to Cathedrals and churches all over France, paying for special access, examining hundreds of archways beneath rose windows, searching for an encrypted Archstone. Rodriguez slowly unlatched the lid and raised it. As his eyes finally gazed upon the contents, he knew in an instant it could only be the Archstone. He was staring at a stone cylinder, crafted of interconnecting lettered dials. The device looked surprisingly familiar to him.

Right? Perhaps I was just being paranoid. The ground grew steeper as we descended further down into the earth. The voices hadn’t returned, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Perhaps they had found something, or had left through another exit? I held my breath as we reached another corner. Poking my head around it, I spotted a huge archway with a beautifully crafted door. Etchings of a great Hunt covered most of it, along with old Celtic writing. Most of it was so old that I couldn’t make it out at all, but I recognised just enough to know that it was an old rhyme or song about the underworld.

“We’re not here for this.” “Then why?” Cade snaps. “Why bother? My life is already over.” “You know why,” I say. “You know where Arch is.” “And why,” he asks slowly, mockingly, “should I care where Arch is?” “He's working with Cross Kryne, isn't he? I need your help to find Arch.”

“You’re going to summon something if you keep that up.” We shuffle forward, the flame in my hand barely pushing back the shadows. My boots crunch over fallen debris—bits of plaster, old leaves, maybe bones—I’m not checking. The hallway narrows, then widens again as we step into a massive, domed corridor. A tall stone archway looms ahead, etched with vines and unfamiliar symbols that pulse faintly with light. Trixie dusts off her shoulder like she planned this route all along. “Told you I could get us here.”

Deep beneath the Hall, hidden gears rumbled to life. The circular floor trembled. The lead Archivist’s expression changed instantly. “No…” Professor Moreau looked toward the center of the Hall. “He found it.” Marcus frowned. “Found what?” The old Archivist whispered, “The final archive.” A section of the stone floor slowly opened. From the darkness below, an iron pedestal began to rise. Resting upon it was a weathered metal case secured by twelve ancient locks. Across its lid, burned into the steel by fire decades earlier, were three chilling words:

Grand, navy pillars flank the stairs, standing at least twenty-four-feet-high, the walls lined with rows and rows of books like something out of a dark parable as ornamental walls make way to gold ornamental cornices that encompass a breathtaking glass, barrel vault ceiling overgrown with angry looking vines on the outside. I glance to my left and right but all I see are black double doors flanking me, enticing me with curiosity as to what lies beyond each door. I glance around, taking in every gorgeous piece of gothic architecture in the dimly lit entrance hall. It’s dark and even the sunlight struggles to penetrate through the vines, leaving various candles lit around the room with the tas

Emilio pushed them open with one hand. The foyer inside was as grand and opulent as ever, but It felt hollow without Fernando’s voice echoing through the halls. "He's behind this," Mortis said again as we entered. "Archer. The black crescent. It’s the mark of the highest kind of hitman." "Could be," I replied. “Could be?” Emilio turned, his voice low but sharp. “We saw the damn tattoo. The crescent. That's enough evidence to prove Archer sent him.”

Ash took a moment to look around before finally giving a faint smile and replying to the Hybrid's words. "You're following me, Arc?" he scolded. Archie nodded. "I found something, but—" Before Archie could finish his sentence, Ash cut him off — stopping his steps even catching Archie's broad shoulders and staring at him, questioningly. "You found Leona, Arc?" Ash asked impatiently. Archie shrugged his shoulders slowly. Seemed unsure of what he found along the way. When he was about to approach the Alpha, when he heard his friend's cry, he found a pile of wood engulfed in flames with an iron cross stuck in the middle.

"There are rumors of vortices showing up in other places. Nothing confirmed, though." Taking a deep breath, she said in a rush, "The inner back cover was carved with a picture of a huge natural stone archway between two cliffs. There was a river at the base, trees all around it and a waterfall coming down from one side." She was simultaneously terrified and relieved by the look on his face. "You know where it is, don’t you?" He nodded, his shoulders easing. "About a day and a half away. Two days, tops. It’s called the Meriden Arch." His breath left him in a rush, and he closed the distance between them. "Thank the gods." He took her hand, lifted it, and kissed her knuckles. "And thank you, f