Another Head Hangs Lowly Novels & Stories

Diego: I watched as they hung Stefano’s head on a stake, putting it to rot where I knew Bartolomeo’s head was hanging. His head had been removed a while ago, but the stake’s hole was there. “Anything else that you intend to demand, Alpha?” Zenith asked, walking toward me. His eyes were hard as he watched Lea looking at the hanging head. Her father’s was put in a box. “The fact that you know that I am your Alpha is nice to hear.” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at my hand, and though he knew to submit to me, I could see the hate in his eyes.

I said, my gaze locked on hers. But as the moon climbed higher, fat clouds gathered on the horizon, grumbling with thunder. The air grew heavy, electric. "Storm's coming," Mr. Hang announced, eyeing the sky. "Best get the little ones under cover." The pack scrambled, erecting tents and awnings, but the first drops fell—fat and warm, a summer deluge that turned the ground to mud in moments.

By the time I'd reviewed my teacher's notes, it had plummeted to 1280. I tapped my phone, pulling up the feed from the pinhole camera I'd hidden in her room. She was freaking out. "Why is it dropping so fast? I knew she was lying! She said she wasn't studying, but she's obviously grinding right now. Why doesn't she believe the score?!" A cold, unfamiliar voice answered her. "Why are you panicking? Once it drops below 1000, it'll detonate right on top of her. Studying is basically a death wish."

Master Greendrake, for one, was the main culprit of this thought. For one, though Master Greendrake had said that he didn’t know the secrets of the seventy-two mounds, he seemed to have a rather good understanding of this place. That aside, according to Finnley, the headless general was a corpse that had turned into a devil. Master Greendrake should know this much, yet in the end, he still led so many experts over and even got them to prepare angelic formations to deal with the headless general.

Sixty-seven The moon hangs low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow on Alpha Damon, cloaked in shadow, as he approaches the ancient Moon church. The air is thick with an unnatural cold, and stillness as he slips through the creaking doors with a calculated move. Inside, the moonlight filters through stained glass, creating a surreal atmosphere. Damon's senses heighten, his imposing steps echoing on the cold, stone floor as he moves deeper into the dimly lit space.

"Actions speak louder than words, In time your true colors will be revealed. I wonder if you will stay true to those words and help those who need it." Anubis stands up and walks over to her putting his hands on the side of her head. "Unfortunately for you, you won't live long enough to see that happen." At that very moment, he twists her neck with enough force to break it. With another quick motion, he rips her head off. Her body falls limp to the floor with a thud, blood still dripping from the decapitated head that he still holds in his hands.

‘Without looking at the head up close, I’d actually have thought that it really was a talking head. ‘But it’s actually just a man hanging upside down with his body painted as black as the background in this room, which is why we would be fooled into thinking that he had been hanged to death since we can only see the rope. ‘On top of that, this head seems to be emitting a very unique and vague scent that I just can’t put my finger on… Oh well, it doesn’t matter.’ Daniel then turned around to pinch Jeremi’s face, gesturing for the little boy to take a close look. Finally, Jeremi realized the trick as well.

A vein pops out on the side of his head. “The mere though of that son of a bitch, Corni still being alivemakes me so mad.” Lowes growls angrily. Rudina walks closer tohim. “Fine. I guess we're doing this then. I only ask one favor of you.”Rudina runs a hand across Lowes' cheek. “Yes?” He asks, staringdeep into her eyes.

Atlene opens his eyes slowly and painfully. He reaches up slowly to touch his head and feels very weak and giddy. He looks around still lying face up on the very relaxing bed and he realizes that he does not remember anything from the previous night. What had happened to him? He feels like a person who had downed several bottles of rum and vodka the night before. The hangover is crazy, but he honestly does not exactly remember downing any bottles of anything alcoholic. He rubs his face with the open palm of his right hand, and slowly opens his eyes, trying to not move his head too fast and anger the monsters playing a game of throw and catch in his head.

I could see the Council members all on their knees beside each other, tied by their necks and bound by their ankles with coarse ropes. Asking for mercy, then bargaining with a treaty. But they were all beheaded without remorse and dumped aside. Each thrown down the hills of the Lowlands into a pile of bodies, blood and crackling flames. And I gasped as my body spasmed in fear and sweat. As all I saw was death. I could see all the clouds in the sky darkened, yet the moon shining in a blinding bright light through all of them. I could see all the monsters around me, drinking and cheering amidst charred corpses and I stood frozen; unable to move or protest.