The Gorgons Head Novels & Stories

As the sea serpent draws closer, the merfolk can now behold her in all her awe-inspiring glory. The sea serpent guardian looms before them, her ancient power evident in her majestic form. Her elongated body stretches an impressive 125 feet in length, covered in shimmering silver scales that catch and reflect the surrounding light. Her sleek head, measuring about 10 feet in length, is adorned with captivating serpentine eyes that shine with a brilliant blue hue, mirroring the depths of her wisdom.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

The impact knocked the wind from my lungs and sent a fresh spike of pain through my head. Rough hands grabbed me, pulling me to my knees. The hood was yanked off. I blinked, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light. I was in a vast, circular chamber. Torches flickered in iron sconces on the walls, their dancing flames casting long, twisting shadows that made the grotesque murals painted on the stone seem to move. The murals depicted scenes of sacrifice and power-a figure with a crescent moon crown holding a glowing heart aloft, wolves bowing in submission, forests burning under a black sun.

Talk about a short promise. In that moment, that hug, I realized that come what may, we'll never be torn apart. Not by a curse or whatever was trying to take our mom from us. We were all crying but then again it's how we knew we were going to be okay. We cried when I left for Athena's temple, we cried when I got my curse, cried when we all learnt to control our gorgon form, cried when I died, I could see the tears drop from their eyes as my head dropped from my neck. I'm guessing it was fate that kept us together....if we were to be the downfall of Olympus then that's what we'll do, and not even the gods of Olympus can stop us.

right as Mona spoke thunder bolted outside the window, causing for the room to turn dark, leaving only a humongous silhouette of a gargoyle behind them. Rose shuddered upon sensing the presence behind her as she had stood the nearest to the window. Starvos who saw the monster behind her pulled her wrist right before the gargoyle’s monstrous arm smashed the glass pane, wanting to take her by the neck. Rose jumped behind, horrified by what she saw. A horrifying face of a human and a mixture of a monster appeared right before her. Its smile was wide, curling upward that the corners almost touched its big purple eyes. Their ears were sharp as their claws and two bull horns curled from the sides

And it looked down upon them with the gaze of a goddess reborn. The golden storm did not fade. It grew. What had once been a crown upon a woman’s head had become something else entirely a living colossus, stitched together from fire and storm, towering above the battlefield. The silhouette was unmistakable: it bore Sera’s face, her features sculpted in molten gold, her hair a river of flame, her eyes suns that devoured the night. The sky shuddered beneath her weight.

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

“All of you want to find the Mellenisk. Impossible! Only one will. The lucky one.” I shivered. Was it a contest? I asked myself. Why did they want it? Did it hold extra special power for anyone who had it? Reality drew in chasing the clouds off. The trust I had on Marcus. But what was speaking? My heart beat earnestly, shaking, wanting to see and know. The clouds cleared from onstage. A monstrous human like beast, three heads, glowing eyes like the sun. Bald heads with one of the faces, quite different. The middle. A woman’s face. A triangular shaped eyeball. Dark and demonic.

But this time, the one behind the Gates of Hell did not make Handsome anxious. He flew to the top of the snake-headed Demon God's head and stomped on it. The Demon God's head was crushed into pieces and exploded into a sea of blood. Then, he immediately flew to the sky above the golden Qilin, which was constantly fading. As he looked down, he saw that there were five illusory snake heads on the back of the golden Qilin's four limbs and neck. At this time, it could be seen clearly that these snake-headed illusory images all had ferocious faces, and their poisonous teeth deeply pierced into the Qilin's body.

"It's a name whispered in nightmares. A being without form or end. It was said to predate the gods. A creature of chaos that feeds on life and magic. It shouldn't exist anymore." "Then what does this have to do with the curse?" Dorian asked. Seraphina flipped to the next page and froze. A drawing. Faint, delicate an ink sketch of a circle of witches. Thirteen of them, hands joined, standing around a massive sigil burning into the earth. At the center a shape. Not a creature, but a shadow. Bound in chains of light. And at the head of the circle, her face unmistakable even in ancient ink- Morgana.