Novel & Cerita The Gormenghast Trilogy

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

They traced the path of the prints until they stopped abruptly at a dense,towering wall of greenery. "It's a dead end,"a guard announced. "No,"Darian insisted. "There's something behind this wall. We have to push it open." Beads of sweat now openly glistened on Zarreth's forehead,his body trembling with a sudden, sharp anxiety. This was where he had hidden the witch's gemstones and spell books. They could not be discovered. "Don't be absurd,"Zarreth snapped. "It's clearly a dead end." The guards nodded,deferring to their king.

The wind howled through Boneburn Forest, carrying the acrid scent of burned wood. Lia crouched low among the twisted trees, her wolf ears flat against her skull, her senses straining for any sign of movement. Her sharp golden eyes scanned the underbrush, the faint rustling of leaves barely audible over the distant crackling of flames. A human hunting trap lay ahead, its iron teeth glinting in the dim light of the waning sun. "Greyskin," she muttered to herself, a bitter edge to the word. A half-wolf, a cursed creature—her existence was a silent rebellion against the world.

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

The world was silent there…there were no birds, no insects, no trees, no homes…just wind. And then the gates came into view… gates of the Kingdom of Murnokh. It loomed like an ancient skull, its jagged teeth carved from black stone. The wind groaned through the open maw that looked like the mouth of a long-dead beast. The Beast—Gorvane Thorneveil—echoed through the dark halls of Murnokh, a name that struck terror into the hearts of all who dared speak it. Soon, it would be Kaerith’s fate to meet him.

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

“Are you sure she’s dead? That doesn’t seem like dead to me.” “She was momentarily. Her heart is in rhythm again.” Donte looked at Lily. “Interesting creature.” He smirked. She shifted in his arms again, a pained moan escaping her lips. “What the hell was that?” A brassy, male voice said from behind. “This place is a wreck! I’m not cleaning this up.” The Triad turned to face the voice. The familiar face of a kobold greeted them.

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

If I could just get to safety— The trees ahead of me exploded. A monstrous figure stepped through the flames. I barely had time to register the sheer size of it—easily fifteen feet tall, its body made of coal and molten fire. Its glowing ember eyes locked onto me, burning with something far worse than rage. Purpose. A deep, distorted voice rumbled through the clearing. “The time has come.” The air turned heavy, crackling with unnatural energy. My wolf recoiled, instinctively knowing we were facing something beyond our world. "We shall claim the Helm of the Gifted."

They hit the second floor, a long hall stretching into dark, doors everywhere like a damn trap. Roman shoved her left, gun raised, eyes darting. “Study’s up here,” he said. “We can block it off.” “You know this place way too good,” she panted, ducking past him as they ran. “What else you hiding?” “Lots,” he said, blunt as a brick, kicking open a thick oak door. The room stank of leather and old cigars—Dorian’s ghost all over it. A big desk sat heavy in the middle, bookshelves climbing to the ceiling, a window showing the cliffs and the sea thrashing below.