Gothic Gargoyle Drawing Novels & Stories

While David was distracted with the other minions, Dorime began to splash ink in the wall using the onyx. He shaped it using his little hands and used his flying golem for the unreachable places. He painted a humanoid striking a T-pose in the center of the wall, with lines near its body, as if they represented that it was glowing. Near, he made the crude shapes of various of his new and older brothers: Skeletor was a small horned humanoid, lumps represented the rats and squirrels, some tunneling worms, vultures, beetles, and even some ants.

He just hadn't wanted to believe it. :Warrior, look,: Kree mind-spoke. Rhychard followed the coshey's gaze to the top of Renny's building and felt an instant panic. Crawling along the roofline were a half dozen gargoyles, ugly creatures with hides like liquid leather, dark and damp. They were scrawny beasts with their skeletal structure visible under their flesh and red, sunken eyes in hollow sockets. They had no hair or fur and bulbous heads that held long pointed ears. Their claws were like bird's feet with razor sharp talons and bat-like, sinewy wings that sprouted from the middle of their backs. Their mouths were a hideous mass of yellowish, jagged teeth that Rhychard had seen tear a man

She nodded, catching him as he limped inside, his gaze sharp and alert as he searched the cave for any dangerous creature. Since it was still a bit bright, she could see a little of the cave and from what she could see, it didn’t look like there was anything lurking in there. Which was why she jumped out of the way and screeched when a stone-like creature ran past her and out into the forest. “What was that?” She cried, pressing her hand against her chest as she tried to calm her breathing. “A gargoyle,” Her captor appeared back at the edge of the cave where she was standing. “All clear.”

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

Her voice echoed off the stone walls, but only the silence responded. Just as she was starting to tire, Sophia heard the sound of heavy, angry stomps coming from the depths of the dungeon. The footsteps grew louder, and Sophia's heart quickened with fear. She scurried back to the wall, her eyes fixed on the gate as a massive figure emerged from the darkness.A crude illustration of a fearsome creature. A hulking ogre, its massive frame looming large on the yellowed parchment. The ogre's skin was a deep, mossy green, and its features were coarse and brutish. A prominent brow ridge cast a shadow over its beady eyes, which gleamed with a malevolent intensity.

He was too handsome for an ugly person like me. I looked away from them. On my way home, I spot an elderly guy with a huge sign along the road, written, "Beware of the beast who hides in human skin that walks among us." I didn't understand why I was so frightened when I read it. Briggs, the elderly guy, was insane; he lost his mind when his daughter went missing. Nothing he wrote on that piece of cardboard was sane. Arriving home, I went straight to my room and locked myself in. I sat at my desktop and typed in the search engine, "Beast who hides in human skin."

*** I followed Isabella until she stopped in what seemed like a living room and was met with more grim and depressing decor, though the violet curtains draped over the windows were quite nice and added a royalty vibe. I ran my fingers across the black floor gargoyle statue taking in its interesting features. The gargoyle had large wings and was sitting with its legs crossed while its hand rested under its chin as if he were thinking. "That statue is known as ‘Socrates The Gargoyle Thinker’ statue," Isabella said as she stood beside me and gave me a brief overview of all the statues seated by the end of each couch. It wasn’t all that interesting, but Isabella was going out of her way for me.

Where the Ivory witch’s home had been modest and blended into its surroundings seamlessly, Rosina’s home was striking and drew attention. The awnings of the roof had small, stone, hunched, demon-like creatures, similar to the gargoyles that adorned old gothic cathedrals, but these looked more devilish. Evil. I didn’t like the way they seemed to look at me from every angle. I briefly wondered if they were, in fact, inanimate objects, or whether they’d suffered a similar fate to the frozen elves. A shudder ran through me at the thought of being trapped in stone.

"No worries. My time is up early next year. I can suck it up until then." The statue was of a gargoyle from what she could tell. It stood only a foot tall. She'd always been fascinated by them in architecture. She'd never had a chance to examine one up close. Her hand traced the lines of the snarling mouth. Donal and Sean exchanged a glance, but they did that often so Fiona didn't question it. "You like that thing?" Meg said. "Meg?" Donal said, but Fiona ignored the exchange. Her mind was already working on a project that would remind her of the gargoyle.

I don't mean to flatter myself, but it sounds like he's in love with me, and he's getting ahead of himself. A relationship with anyone who is not like myself could be hazardous. Especially when you're like me, supernatural and hunted. Even among the supernaturals, my type is hunted and killed. Humans were the ones who took us in and helped us. They also gave us a name. Gargoyle. A creature that is both grotesque and hideous. Of course, most don't look like a demon that crawled out of the earth, but it helped to represent us, albeit to the extreme. Gargoyles were the product of a union between an angel and a demon.