The Golem's Eye Novels & Stories

*BOOM* The eyes of the many golems lit up as they were reactivated. It was unknown whether they had awakened because of the threat they felt to their puppeteer, or if they had awakened because Ananse had willed it so; but they were awake, and they pulled out their blades and pointed them at Loki.

Rayden and Orion followed close behind, matching her every movement, every breath, as if bound by one pulse. The first golem towered over them like a monument of cold judgment. As they passed, Rayden felt its power wash through him, icy, vast, ancient. The hum of its core resonated in his chest, threatening to break through his fragile calm. He felt its unseen gaze scanning him, reaching deep into his spirit, searching for the faintest spark of hostility. He forced his thoughts into blankness. ‘Nothing. I am nothing.’ The golem’s head turned slowly, the soundless shift of titanic ice. Its sapphire eyes followed Rayden’s back as he passed.

No, her problem was knowing when to end the session. Alfred knew how dangerous it was for her to perform this alone, or at the very least, monitored and pulled out if it when on too long. For now, the real world faded into the background as Bethany watched the trip. Finally, she came to a wooded area. Bethany could tell that she was looking into someone or something’s eyes. So, they were so tall, and they slowly lumbered like they either had difficulty walking or didn’t quite get the action of walking. It was like a large toddler. That’s when she knew what she was looking through. It wasn’t a person or a creature. It was the golem. That’s why the mirror was broken. Veronica used the shards a

The soldiers stationed at the perimeter felt it before they saw it - a deep, rhythmic vibration, like a heartbeat amplified through the ground. One soldier, a young recruit barely out of his teens, gripped his spear tightly. His breathing was shallow, his eyes wide as he scanned the darkness. “Do you hear that?” he whispered to the man beside him. The other soldier nodded, his face pale. “It’s closer than before,” he said. “Whatever it is, it’s coming for us.” Then, they saw it. The golem emerged from the shadows, its massive form illuminated by the faint glow of the moon. Its body was a mosaic of earth and stone, shifting and reforming as it moved. Its eyes burned like molten lava, fixed on

There was a black oppressive aura waiting for them at the end of the tunnel. BANG! There was an explosion at the end of the road. A giant golem with a black body and silver-colored hands had just hit the rock so hard that it sounded like an explosion. All over the golem body was protruding pointy rocks pointing outward. The Golem's body looked tough, sharp, and ready to destroy anything. His eyeballs were blood red with yellow irises. Its size was so large that humans could die from being trampled by the soles of its feet as wide as a train locomotive.

I feel my hands go stiff around the chalice, and I’m frozen, it feels like I’m floating and I hear gasps from around the room although I can’t move to see what’s happening. I’m not sure how long this lasts but it doesn’t feel like what Eliza said it would feel. I’m scared but I can’t speak to ask for help. I feel like I’m blinded and a bright yellow colour is shining in my eyes. I can hear Damon calling my name and I can feel his emotions which scares me more, he’s shocked, but also fearful and in awe of whatever he can see. Suddenly I snap out of it, I’m back in reality and everyone is just staring at me. As I scan the room even Eliza and Roman are just staring emotionless.

“A way they won’t be watching?” The Golem-Beast stared. For ten long heartbeats, it was still as a statue. Then, it swung its great head toward a section of the wall on the far side of the chamber a wall that was just blank, solid rock. It gave a short, sharp exhale, a puff of warm dust and ancient air. Thud. It tapped its tail once, decisively, and nudged its snout toward the wall. Then, it melted into the darkness. The golden eyes winked out. The thuds receded, fading back into the mountain’s heartbeat, until there was only silence and the returning pulse of the wall-lights.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

that not only the elf adults but also the children were skilful and sneaky. Fahria, taking advantage of a moment when the golem wasn’t careful, jumped on his knee and using an object like a hammer used for climbing, quickly reached the area of his back of the skull. The golem obviously had problems. The elf girls easily avoided his arms as he tried to catch them, exasperating the monster. It was like a play for the two girls.

Phil wanted to enter the cavern once more to hide and rest but Ferox suddenly stopped him and pointed Phil towards the place where the eye had fallen off. Phil looked in puzzlement, confused about what Ferox wanted to do. But after waiting for a minute, Phil saw the eye suddenly woke up, its pupils became erratic as it surveyed every crevice of the cavern, and only after seeing that no one was really there, did it bloat and suddenly explode into black goo.