Gothic Gargoyle Drawing Novels & Stories

The sound moved backward, toward the tail, then hooked around toward the right wing. "Visual!" Marcus screamed, pointing out the right window. Clinging to the starboard engine nacelle was a nightmare. It was an Elder Gargoyle—massive, with skin like black obsidian and eyes that glowed with a cunning, hateful intelligence. It had survived the silver mist by encasing itself in a cocoon of its own wings, sacrificing the outer layer to protect its core. Now, it was stripping the metal casing off the jet engine with its bare hands.

“Are you going to show me how to poop the Mer way?” He laughed under his breath. “It is much the same as the human way.” They passed through a hallway and into a small walled garden. “This is… pretty,” Lyric looked around at the lush plants that grew along the walls and ground. The stone walls were elaborately carved with animals, birds and snakes, some projecting from the walls like gargoyles, their open mouths green tongued. “Ohhhh,” in a corner was a stone area with a central slope back into an open hole. A gargoyle was positioned with a level tap handle within hands reach.

“A blodeuedd. It’s the symbol for flower. People called him flower face.” “Um. Ian.” Sean puts his hand on the loose pages in his lap and lifts them, turning them around so we can all see. There’s a sketched image of a young man with birthmark on his temple, exactly like what Darby’s drawn. “Yes! That’s him!” Darby points to the image. “That’s quite a good likeness actually. Who did the rendering?” “Baby, that was drawn by a were. Eight hundred years ago.” “Ah. His guardian then.”

“The gates of hell shall be open and the demon I call upon shall answer his name because I call without betrayal in my heart” Goody said standing in a circle where all sort of drawings were made of the sigil of Decrayes, the stealing demon. “Human, why did you call me again this time” Decrayes said lazily. “I want you to bring back the reliquary I stole from the school” Goody said in response. “What location am I taking it to?” the demon said.

She naturally plays the tour guide, pointing out the intricate biblical reliefs carved into the massive doors. Elias's gaze drifts from the spires down to the high, shadowed corners of the exterior wall. "What are those?" he asks, pointing toward the grotesque stone figures perched on the ledges. "They look like monsters." Mia nips a smile, impressed by his sharp eye. "Gargoyles. Standard Gothic architecture. Practically, they're rain spouts to channel water away from the walls. Symbolically, they're meant to scare away evil spirits and protect the church."

His eyes were wide with threat, accompanied by a terrible growl. One word appeared in the minds of the audience when they saw the ugly creature. Gargoyle. Why was this demon beast in the gladiator arena? The nobles who owned the gargoyle had paid a good price to have the gladiator arena manager allowed his Gargoyle to fight in the arena with the strongest slaves. To be precise, the noble wanted to feed his Gargoyle legally. One by one, the fighters in the gladiator arena died or were eaten alive. There was nothing left of their corpses other than a few crushed bones. The gargoyle devoured everything. The last time the Gargoyles fought were five fighters, and they all ended up in the belly of

Caleb then spun rapidly, shooting forward into the middle of the gargoyles, lifting and swinging the Guardian repeatedly! Splat! The gargoyles shrieked as they were gutted, their red and black innards spilling all over the ground! Everyone else started to fight too, with Tia thrusting her silver spear through a gargoyle and deftly leaping away as another gargoyle tried to attack her from the back. It turned out that the claws of gargoyles were razor sharp, and their flapping wings could kick up a strong gust. Worst of all, they could spit venom!

All I knew was that I dozed off into a very deep sleep. HEAVEN. My eyes opened slowly and I glanced around the little building. It looked so strange and childish, with ugly drawings on the wall. Different colors were plastered everywhere with drawings of shape and funny looking crystal balls. One actually piqued my interest, a drawing that looked like a man on the throne with the moon above his head. Below him were dead bodies and a sword in his hands. I raised my body at once and took a look at the crooked drawing. The head of the man has a symbol of the moon and I gasped.

They seem aware she's intruding on their territory, their eyes intense and locked on her, while their paws seem to lean over the edge. A growl breaks through the silent night. That definitely wasn't in her head—these gargoyles just made noise! With one last glance above her, she can see the wings along the backs of the gargoyles have spread and their eyes are now glowing a luminous, ruby color. The stone of the church crumbles as they break from their posts. Chunks of rock come tumbling down around her. She whips around to the cast iron gate again. She closes it for good measure before dashing across the vacant street. The gargoyles slink down to the ground like shadows. Their ghostly figure

I had looked back after my fall to make sure it wasn't following me and was surprised to find that the kinks of its milk-gray back were rigidly facing me, with only the decagon of its head twisted impossibly in my direction. Could it have gotten here that fast? I’d kept my eye on it until I was sure the trees covered my hide well enough. I didn't know why, but for some reason, the gargoyle hybrid scared me more than the pale, skin walker-looking creatures. Shit! There was no way to double back to the Lycan’s castle with those things behind me! ”Stay the fuck away from me! Im warning you!” I screeched, after stumbling to a stop and cleaning my neck to the side, the sound of the dried leaves u