Harry Potter Golem Novels & Stories

Apollo murmured, walking circles around the creature. It stood still, if not for the soft rise and fall of its chest, I would have thought it a statue. The creature didn’t respond to the sound of Apollo’s voice, ignoring every command he gave it. Gazing at it thoughtfully, Apollo reached out and shoved me to the floor. The thing moved, faster then I had thought possible. In one smooth motion it righted me on my feet, then turned to advance on my father. Apollo stood still, laughing as the golem lumbered toward him. He snapped his fingers, his face suddenly falling.

Something bigger. The earth in front of him rose in a massive shape. Ten feet tall, roughly humanoid, a golem of compressed stone and soil that towered over both of us. Its body was dense, packed so tight the surface gleamed like ceramic. The effort hit Remus like a physical blow. He staggered. Blood ran from his nose. Every ounce of his earth element power poured into this one creation. A desperate move. His final card. The golem swung. An arm the size of a support beam, arcing toward me with the weight of a collapsing building.

His naughty finger intruded the treasure trove, and Gristel quivered and bit on his ear. "Ouch." He shouted, grabbing the ear, and murmured in sudden realization, "Fuck! I am also an elf?" Gristel covered her mouth and giggled, "Ah no, your highness! You are a Goblin." "Ah! Goblin!" He shrieked. Goblin, in the mythology of earth, is a hideous-looking, greedy, vicious humanoid creature. He checked his arms and muttered, "They are not green. Why? Whatever, it's just a dream."

Just by a single swing of it’s arms, the ground holed from the air caused by the speed of it’s movements. The golem seemed to set it’s target to Noel after it sensed him. Moving it’s other arm to Noel’s direction, Noel was prepared to severe that golem’s arm off and slap it onto the golem’s body to make it fall. However this time, the golem not only moved it’s arm, but from out of nowhere, a murky black aura quickly encased it’s gigantic hand. Noel immsdiately changed his plans and ducked the hand instead of attacking it. The hand—engulfed by the strange aura—tripled the amount of destruction compared to it’s first attack. The ground that was hit by it’s hand even caught into fire.

he hissed. “Since when did your wife know how to use golems?” I whispered. He frowned in confusion and then looked up. Unable to control his shock, he flinched back. “What the hell is that?” I had always thought that Jodie could only control vines and plants. Her powers were good but not very practical in a sustained battle but she had found a way to optimize them perfectly for attack using golems. The golems were made of a mix of sand, stone and rubble, tied perfectly together by vines. Jodie stood on top of Fayern like a dragon queen with Jonathan standing on Syern beside her.

They knew the golems would eventually turn against them so when they were being created, they instilled something like a switch embedded in their foreheads to turn them off forever. The downside of that was they had to get close to them to do so. The last sorcerer knew it was a lose-lose situation for him because one man against almost a hundred golems, was equal to death for him. Still, he braved it. He used his magic and lured them to a section of the forest and began addressing them.

She opened the Grimoire, falling to her knees. Marx hated leaving her alone. She found a spell and chanted, rocking back and forth, as she did. He did not know what she was doing, but he trusted her skills. In the thick of things, Penny and the others seemed to handle their own. She held on to a weakened golem as Shea took to its chest with her claws. Its screech sounded like nails on a chalkboard, the sound evaporating as it turned to mist. Ichiro, Zigor, and Daniel were taking down another. Lochlan caught a golem from behind, sinking his teeth into its shoulder to hold it in place as he raked his claws left and right to disintegrate the beast.

From the shadows, they rose. The first golem scraped its way upright, its body a patchwork of stone and rusted armor, stitched together with glowing lines of runes. Two more followed, each taller than Caelum, each exhaling the heavy stink of old Everley magic. Their eyes weren’t eyes at all but hollow sockets burning with white fire. They didn’t move like lumbering constructs; they stalked, deliberate and precise, as if the Trial had given them a single command: break the heirs.

It was a colossal golem, formed entirely of rock and earth, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The golem's presence was overwhelming, and I could feel the raw power emanating from it. It seemed to be responding to Will's dark energy, as if it was an embodiment of the darkness itself. Will's laughter echoed through the forest as he gestured toward the golem. "Meet my creation, the Earthshaker. It will destroy you all!" A sense of dread washed over me as I realized the magnitude of the threat before us. The Earthshaker was a force to be reckoned with, and it seemed to be under Will's command.

Yman passed by on Kiko with a smug, before he used his Rapid Leap skill again to lose the trail of the three mini golems. Because of this, the golems suddenly stopped their pursuit. The aggro was gone after Yman left them at a specific distance. The mini golems were looking for the new target. And the one nearest at them was no other than that person with mana coating around his body and currently fighting some of their kind. The golem's eyes suddenly glowed in red as they pounced their massive body towards Kiko. Kiko wanted to cry. Even the spectators watching the scene were dumbfounded. What kind of horror was this? Everyone's thought. Only the random gulping sounds were discernible at the