The Golem's Eye Novels & Stories

Getting closer to the door cracks began forming on the statues, the cracks spread faster the closer we got to the door. The male just kept moving till he finally tried to open the door, one of the statues opened its eyes, My eyes widened, it fixed its gaze on me, sending unease creeping down my spine, Golems. I uttered, It looked at the figure ahead of me, then shut its eyes back, the cracks from both statues disappearing like they had never existed. No doubt, they would have attacked if they hadn't seen the male. “What are you looking at, move it?” He snapped, knocking systematically on the door before it opened on its own.

If you touch the golem, kill you. A golem. A puppet made of dirt. I push myself up. April takes over again, the fur shielding my raw skin. The clay doll is walking toward us. In her right hand, she holds a long, thin silver sword. The metal gleams under the grey sky. I show my teeth in a grin. They think silver works on me. They think the poison on the edge will stop my heart. They do not know what I am. I spring. The golem swings the blade. The silver cuts a line across my cheek, but the wound closes before the blood can drip. I sink my fangs into her shoulder. The taste is dry, like eating dust.

The green eyes of the golem had dimmed out and the golem was nothing but the immobile clumps and dirt. “Hah?” The wizards screamed in agony. “Is this the core?” The lit green core was twirled inside his hand. “Looks sinister.” CRUNCH! He crunched the core and destroyed it just like that. BOM! As a result, the core exploded in his hand. The expression of the wizards is changeable once again. The explosion was quite massive but their smiles didn’t even maintain. That was because Eagle was looking unbothered. And once the explosion’s smoke cleared out, his hand seemed to be still perfectly intact with no missing fingers.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Definitely, most flesh golem builders prefer mindless slaves to self-willed creations, and therefore intelligent flesh golems were very rare. Undeterred by the burly Golem, Zark ordered "Nyos, attack." As fast as his ears were able to hear the words, Nyos made a fearless front charge. With a precise thrust, Nyos pierced the chest of his enemy. With the momentum of the charge and using the Golem itself as a point of support, Nyos agilely rose until he was approximately at the height of the Golem's head. His dead, emotionless eyes stared directly at Nyos, but like lightning the Dark Elves stabbed straight into the Golem's eye with his dangerous Rapier sword.

“Do you see that black, obsidian like golem over there?” The princess flinched and darted her eyes everywhere frantically as if she didn’t see that golem. “G-Golem? At this time?” A great horror masked her quivering thin voice. Aw heck. I don’t have a great feeling about this. The golem suddenly presumed a stance and it immediately, literally skied to us. “Are you serious?!!!” I exclaimed in Japanese. I don’t care if Elfina shot me a strange look, what I know is that golem literally moved like that one ghost in a movie I have watched back in my old world; fast and murderous.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

That yearning look in his eyes. “Oh baby, I think we both know I’d fallen for you from the very first day,” I muttered, tutting my tongue as he crawled on his knees toward me, his eyes still glued to my throbbing cock, fully erect—the slit oozing of precum, red angry veins popping at the cap of my cock and the sides.

I could feel him like a magnet pulling at my ribs. Between us and those doors stood two mountains of stone given legs. The golems were colossal. Twenty feet tall, carved from the same dark rock as the mountain itself, their bodies shaped into crude approximations of humanoid form. Thick arms. Barrel chests. Heads that were little more than slabs with deep-set eyes that glowed with a dull amber light. No mouths. No expressions. Just the patient, mindless vigilance of constructs designed for a single purpose. They moved the instant we entered the cavern. Not fast. Deliberate. Their stone feet struck the polished floor with impacts that vibrated up through my legs. Each step carried the weight

I said again to the taxi driver who was answered by the driver nodding his head. “Alengkalaya? Isn't that a public funeral?" I covered Kevin's mouth with my palm. I deliberately made it seem full of intimacy. "Honey, calm down. Rebecca is waiting for you.” Arriving at the cemetery complex called Alengkalaya, I ordered the driver to direct his taxi a little closer to a new grave located on the edge, near the road. the tomb has no gravestones, only a mound of earth with a cross made of wood.