Harry Potter Gargoyles Novels & Stories

And as the leader of his own party, Caleb had grouped up in a party of eleven, which included himself, Tia, Bigby, Fafnir, Oxley, and the six apprentices of the Hundred Flowers Sect. He quickly picked a spot and hid within the treeline. It didn't take long since they had hidden when they spotted gargoyles. And there were dozens of them! They must have been posted there to guard the borders, each of them pygmy humanoids without scalp hair, but having a tuft of hair that looked like mustaches beneath their nose. Over their backs were a pair of wings that light could pass through completely—an eerie sight. Seeing Caleb, Tia, Oxley, Fafnir, and Bigby, they didn't say a word as they attacked.

Every single onlooker either bowed or curtsied the second that Vincent stepped out of the carriage and gave me his hand, offering support as I stepped out of the carriage. The entryway to the castle was between two gardens, each side with elegant topiaries. The carpet that I stood on was blood red and littered with rose petals. A marvellous marble fountain sat at the centre of the entrance serving as a roundabout. At the top of the entryway door, there were huge fangs statues that stood out. They were clearly taking this vampire thing to the maximum because on the walls sat at least five gargoyles that looked as though they were just about ready to scream to life.

I want to faint. After a few minutes, I saw warm blood around me. Dead wolves' heads rolled around me, separated from their bodies. I am so scared. This is worse than any nightmare. I looked up to see Hector shifting. God, he was still so handsome even after the fight. His body was filled with red blood after killing the enemies. His masculine body was very captivating. Is this how good-looking a werewolf man could be? I tried to wipe the attraction I built for him inside my mind. He is looking straight at me. His gaze is like fire as he approached. His hands were balled into a fist and I could sense anger within him.

‘Glad to be of service. Shoving him back, I reached into drink cup that I put the gate key, really a remote, to open the gate. Skylar whistled. “Man, they put gargoyles on this thing and everything. I bet they come alive when you jump the fence.” After the gate creaked and started to swing open, I put the remote down. “I wouldn’t put it past them. Though, I think they take pleasure in putting spells themselves.” Skylar chuckled but it held a bit of a nervous edge to it.

But what caught her attention was their eyes—someone had painted them blood red. It was common to see stone gargoyles at entrances. They were supposed to ward off evil, bring power and wealth, and balance Twilight energies. But these gargoyles with their bloody eyes were what esoteric experts called a "blood-eye suppression". It was an incredibly nasty setup specifically designed to trap vengeful spirits. "Those stone gargoyles at your friend's door..." Aria trailed off on purpose. Charlotte lowered her voice. "Ms. Carver, you really are something. I asked about them too, but she said some elders in her family arranged it. She also mentioned that some unusual things have been happening at ho

She merely scowled at Rosette, no doubt thinking that she’d merely traded one demonic master for another. “How about you, little boy?” asked Rosette. The boy looked ready to open his mouth, but the girl gave him a reproachful look, and he closed it again. Soon we arrived at a house—not quite a manor, but larger than a typical London home. A gargoyle sat atop the door, and leaned down over us as we neared. The children and I jumped. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” said the gargoyle, its stone lips pulling back to reveal stone teeth. “Do you happen to know the password?”

The Magic tower was a small cylindrical tower of only three stories high made out of quartz brick. A soft red light came from its walls, and low rumblings came from the interior. In the roof were four gargoyles carved in wood, the craftmanship was superior to the golems that David saw so far and had the most amount of wings on their flat faces: 6 of them. The little ones could not see it but David could, they were watching them.

His duty was to protect Meg and that meant defeating Harriet. Her human form disappeared and she sat on the desk in goblin form. Her eyes burned red. Her skin had turned green and her ears stuck out to the sides. What truly intimidated him was the many teeth in her mouth. She hissed and spit at him, but he couldn't move his feet. He could defend himself, but not as easily with his feet stuck to the ground. He would die trying because that was the creed of the gargoyle. Meg was his fairy and even if she never knew his feelings for her, he would do his best to keep her safe. What he'd love to have was an enchanted sword, but those were not easy to come by in Philadelphia in the twenty-first ce

He paused briefly, then gestured toward the parchment in Raven’s hand with great reverence, “This is the only thing we retrieved, an ancient book made from animal hide, preserved through extraordinary means. We didn’t dare open it carelessly and brought it straight to you.” Raven lowered his gaze, fingers tracing the coarse surface of the book, his eyes flickering with both suspicion and curiosity. To his surprise, the handwriting on the aged pages remained sharp and clear, the ink as dark as though it had been freshly penned. Not a trace of fading or decay, surely preserved through some unique method. “Magic Array.” That was the book's title. Inside, each page revealed intricate drawings, t

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.