Supernatural Golem Novels & Stories

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

A vision slammed into her: She saw her mother — who had died years ago — reaching out from the corrupted spring, begging Serena to join her in eternal peace. Serena collapsed, sobbing. “She looked so real… I almost wanted to follow her.” Kael pulled her into his arms, wet and bleeding. “She would want you to live. To finish this.” Damien kissed her forehead. “Stay with us.” The Guardian’s Lair The Heart of the First Guardian was deeper still. They entered a colossal cavern where an ancient stone golem — the Guardian itself — had been partially corrupted by the virus. It stood twenty feet tall, its body cracked and leaking black veins, eyes glowing red.

Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surroundings, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The mage then raised his staff once more and said strange words into the air. Dorin's eyes widen as he recognized the words. "A summoning spell!" he gasped. The ground around them shook as golems with flaming eyes emerged from the earth. They rushed at Dorin, their rocky arms outstretched, trying to catch him in their deadly grip. Dorin glided in the air, his lightning dancing around him, striking at the golems whose chunks fell and returned to the earth, but even without limbs, they continue to chase him, standing on top of the other to reach his height.

Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature out of nowhere? Other times they'll use different sources of energy. Lights, fans, and any other appliances or devices which operate on energy and produce energy are their favorites. That is the reason why in most cases paranormal activities always involve lights to flicker peculiarly. It's because the entities try to consume the electrical energy to replenish themselves. *** They strolled for some more time when... "It's actually her!!!" Felix's loud cry caught their attention.

"Let's do this." The God Giant Statue of Destroyers, a grotesque amalgamation of dark energy and ancient power, roared to life. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, and its massive arms swung down, aiming to crush the Gaia clan beneath its might. The ground trembled with each step it took, and the air crackled with dark energy.

“Then help me protect my citizens of my kingdom cleanse the neighbouring city. It has become a haven for creatures and evil spirits. They are attracted to it. Then they lurk in the forest, along the paths. They attack the travellers and the attacks here are now nightly. With my mage gone for days the people are scared. I have asked my neighbouring cities for help but it has been slow coming. They are all suffering the same.” “Lord Fuller, the answer is to do the ritual properly! Make the loss of your mage be the reason. Appoint a Lord, Find another mage, present the artifact and beg the guardian for forgiveness. There has to be balance for things to improve.” “It cannot be done. I don’t have

She rolled up her sleeves and walked to Grandma Rose’s pantry. “I read something about them and ancient spells in the book about the orbs, but I don’t remember exactly what.” I muttered, leaning against the table. “Golems are magical creatures that we can call forth in time of need.” She explained, rummaging through the shelves. “They are made of stone and clay, with specific ingredients to enhance the spell. We will make two puppet-like creatures, because we are two druids, we can’t make more of them. Afterwards, we’ll place them in a magical circle in the field.”

“Feels like we just showed him the best we have.” “Not yet,” Damian said firmly. “We’re not at our best. But he doesn’t know that.” What He Was Mia looked at Sybil. “What was he?” “Something old,” Sybil said. “Not a hybrid. Not a creature. Something… beyond. His power didn’t clash with ours. It bent everything around it. That level of control—” She shook her head. “It’s like fighting gravity.” Leif shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Then how do we beat something like that?”

He wipes a fake tear. She rolls her eyes and shifts her gaze to the ground, "Mom's been working overtime nonstop, you think we should talk to her about it?" Their mother hasn't been the same ever since their dad mysteriously disappeared after taking a short trip back to Berhtwulf, where Aster and Xavier were found. He refused to tell them the reason as to why he decided to go back there. He also requested that if ever he fails to come home, they are not to attempt to look for him.