The Golem's Eye Novels & Stories

"We...are. But I'm trying to go over there. So excuse me but-" "Just sit here with me," he says as he grabs my wrist. His gaze is so intense that I'm taken back for a second, even with all my training to remain calm. Something in his eyes is familiar. Like a memory from a past life. What am I, a poet? Past life my foot. "Fine," I say.

Without even breaking their stride, they moved as one, hooking their enormous arms under her shoulders as they lifted her feet off the ground, and continued forward, moving her back against the outer wall and holding her there expressionlessly. Ann exchanged a look with Adam who was watching it all with a curious expression. "Golems," Ann whispered quietly, "I've only read about them, but this is the first time I've seen them in action." Adam nodded faintly without saying a word. He had a thousand questions about a lot of things here and was a little annoyed that he had very little idea of the inner workings of the royal chambers. He prided himself on his knowledge about obscure subjects usu

It was as if mother nature and a demon reproduced. Jude swore over our mental connection. “Golems.” “What the hell are golems?” “Earth-forged creatures made with a purpose.” Nova hastily replied to my question, her skin rippling as she fought the urge to shift. “Jude should be able to destroy them with his earth affinity.”

Before I can take another step, one of the smaller iron golems metallic joints creak as it steps forward, its red optical gem lighting up. "Young Master Caelan," the golem rumbles in a deep, synthesized voice. "Welcome back to the command node. Do you require target acquisition?" I step back in shock, my heart leaping into my throat. I have never seen a magical construct move with such fluid, human-like precision.

“Europe? What the hell were the Adlets doing with a western Golem? It doesn't make sense.” “Unless someone built the golem for them in exchange for something. Although I can't think of anything they have the western magic users don't.” Grace took a seat at the conference table, next to Warren. “I still think the devil in the details of the Golem's design,” Theria spoke with regal dignity. “You can't talk about the devil without talking about me,” Jack O'Kent pulled a chair up to the table. The dice danced across the table, “I have something that may shed some light on our current mystery.”

The golem let out a low, mournful sound as the light in its eyes flickered, its body crumbling into a pile of rubble. The crystal at the center of the room flickered, its light dimming as the golem collapsed. Sera stepped back, gasping for breath as the energy around her subsided. “We’ve done it,” Caelum said, his voice a mixture of awe and relief. “The Keystone is ours.” But as they turned to leave, a new sound filled the air—heavy footsteps, and the sound of metal scraping against stone. The walls of Thornpeak began to shake, and the ground beneath them trembled.

I said thank you, just as I drank from the cup I took a quick sneak peek at Golem as he returned to his seat, relieved that Matamoros didn't notice anything. It seemed Golem might have been allergic to something around us. As he returned to his seat, he suddenly sneezed out a huge flame of fire from his nostrils right in the middle of the funeral. The crowd wailed in surprise; some didn't believe what they saw the first time, until Golem sneezed again, shooting another flame of fire through his nostrils. The crowd was overwhelmed by shock. Matamoros pointed at him, asking me, "Isn't that the Queen's supposed distant relative?"

Elise asked with a single eyebrow raised pointing at the Golem's head. "An armored golem of d-doom ready to bash some V-Vampire skulls?! Y-Yes! Y-Yes it is! HAHA!" The giant golem did in fact look like it was wearing a thick chainmail vest over it's body that was actually the very rock and stones used in the construction of the road itself, wielding a giant stone war hammer. But.. There was something else that stood out about it. Maybe even more than it's size and destructive capabilities. It had rabbit ears.. Like the fluffy pink Easter bunny ears. And it's face looked like a bored straight faced animal that had never cracked a smile a day of it's life. Completed with a pair of whiskers.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

The smile from my face instinctively disappeared as the Golem looked at me as it finally finished loosening up. The Golem roared, and almost immediately, a red glow appeared within its eyes, along with the rage the ground trembled more intensely than it was before. It was then. Every single punch densely packed into his fist snapped at me in all directions. Thud. I was quick to dodge a few punches but the shifts was so sudden that my body only escape by hair's breadth Clack! I swept my gaze around its upper torso. And even if I'm at close proximity, it still seemed quite agile and —