Nergigante Statue Novels & Stories

Its ears were larger than normal human ears and extended above its head. He examined the clay statue for a while before he drifted back to the inscription that caught his attention. Placed on the feet of the unusual creature in an unclear style, were lines drawn from one edge to another as if forming a dart and words clearly written in Igbo: NO MORE VISITORS. THE GODS NEEDS REST TO THINK AND PONDER ABOUT THE DISASTER THAT SURROUNDS HUMAN LIVES.

S H E S T O O D A few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun. For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.

Even the young Highland Tribe warriors fell silent, losing their earlier liveliness. Nyx whispered, "The dark energy here is ancient and lingers without dissipating." Andrew's expression remained calm as he nodded but said nothing. Tobiah had his bearers set him down. After straightening his clothes, he climbed a stone stairway and beckoned Andrew and the others to follow. At the top of the stairs stood a stone statue. It was not particularly massive, just about 25 feet tall or so. It was clearly a powerful werewolf, now petrified.

He left them in the car. He formed a spiritual battle axe in his hand. He must use a heavy weapon against the statues, so his Alloy Dagger was practically useless. Goma stood next to his father. An aura enveloped the machete in his hand. He looked serious. They were ready for battle in mere seconds. The Ghost Statues sprinted toward them during that time. Bassan also completed his spell. A powerful spiritual pressure washed out from him and a Stone Giant that was roughly three meters high. He summoned the Stone Giant.

Enzir winced at the thought that Lankko dropped the statue from the top of the tall structure where they were staying at. "This one's proving to be really difficult, Jad Enzir, but I'll get there,” said Lankko. “Every test failed just eliminates one way of how not to activate the statue’s power. It also proves that this statue possesses very powerful magic that could not be destroyed by any physical means."

There were markets for trading, stages for plays and reenactments, and underground fields of dirt for growing mushrooms and potatoes with light from shafts in the earth. What was most spectacular was the hall of statues. Zar showed her various statutes of different creatures from the past in memorial to date. Statues that portrayed Goblin history as well as the history of other realms. Giant werewolves carved from the earth, both in human form and wolf form. Different creatures from various realms were molded to perfection, and even a few vampires as well, and there was a startling mold representation of Rage.

He gave me a small smirk. What? Why? "Come inside" Nagki spoke walking inside, and we all followed him. It is only a day trip. We stay for a few hours. Will have lunch and stay for some more hours out of respect and leave this place to continue our journey according to Ril, but I somehow have a bad feeling about this. As we entered inside, there are like 4 large statues in the middle of the big hall. They look like they are made of glass. They are shiny. The four which are in human form are also created in their werewolf form just beside them.

One of these days, I will announce my pregnancy to them as well, because I know that they all deserve to know about it, and just in case the war breaks out, they will know that something uncontrollable might happen. I look at the guy beside me as we walk towards the door of their house. Actually, as we are making our way there, I also couldn’t help but to look around and was so impressed by how big their house is. Their gate is made out of steel that was painted black with brown and white pillars on each side. They have guards as well, and the most eye-catching thing is that, as soon as the car entered the gate, a large statue of him and his parents appeared immediately since it was standing

Serena found herself being drawn toward something—an invisible hand tugging at her. Suddenly she burst out of a thick tangle of trees into a broad clearing. At the center was a huge stone statue, 3 times the size of an average wolf. The statue’s eyes burned an ominous amber, glowing with an otherworldly light shot across the clearing. Serena froze, her lungs steading against her chest. She realized she had seen this statue before. But that was impossible. She had never been here. She hadn’t even known about this place.

Ancient markings are etched into the towering iron, and at least fifty warriors stand guard at the entrance, their postures rigid and alert. As the car rolls forward, the warriors bow their heads in unison. I swallow hard, my fingers curling against my lap. This place… it’s intimidating. As we drive deeper, my eyes widen. The buildings here are even taller than the ones in the city, their architecture a mix of old-world elegance and modern design. But what really catches my attention are the two massive statues standing proudly in the heart of the pack grounds. The first one resembles—of all things—Santa Claus, complete with a sack of gifts and a decorated base.