Another Head Hangs Lowly Novels & Stories

The Monroe family’s meeting hall was already in chaos, especially when the family elders heard that Quincey went against the Lowe elders and Richard took in the main culprit, Andrius, to let him recuperate. They were undoubtedly provoking the Lowes! The strongest of the Monroes was the current head, Richard, who was at the fifth Divine Step, but the Lowes had several elders at the fifth Divine Step. The family head, Howard, had reached the sixth Divine Step a decade ago. Rumor had it that the Lowes even had a forebearer who had reached the seventh Divine Step many years ago but had been in seclusion ever since, never showing himself to the world again.

What did he pay you? His hand stopped. "I don't—" "To keep me under while they cut out my pup's marrow. To end my bloodline." I turned my head. He stepped back. "What was the weight of the gold?" His shoulders sagged. He thrust release papers at me. I marked them with unsteady fingers. "Stay through the waning moon," he murmured. "Your spirit is barely anchored." "I'd rather walk into blizzard than breathe here another hour." I gathered my blood-stained clothes and walked out. My legs shook, but rage kept me upright.

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.

The moment that I bought my head before her and adopted a poster of submission, the other guests of the table, including the Baron I was to drop in just me and tried to talk me out of it, but I knew what I had done was wrong, and I will apologize no matter what position it is that I was holding. “No your highness, please you must joy lower your head to any one for you lowering your head is the same as the moon goddess lowering her head and that is some thing that we can not condone” the burn said in the loud voice, and if it were not for the situation that we were at hand, I would’ve let out a loud laugh because of the expression that was on his face. I quickly stood up, not because they tol

His lips twisted into a shaky smile as he turned toward the exit, but the feeling of triumph was short-lived. A faint, sickening sound echoed through the hall. He stopped, confusion flickering across his face. The world seemed to spin around him, and his vision blurred. A moment later, he understood: his headless body was still walking forward. The realization struck him as his severed head tumbled to the ground, his mouth frozen in a silent scream, eyes wide with terror. The Overseer lowered his outstretched hand, a faint frustrated expression playing on his lips. “Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.”

Head bowed, eyes dark. “I can't do this anymore.”

the beads of sweats on her head didn't escape my eyes either, making the whole atmosphere and situation more gravely. Crouching down on her knees beside he's seat with her head lowered, from where he could peer down at her with his dark soulless hues as if contemplating wether he should chop off her head or let it hang on for the main time, she clutched hard on her skirt with her trembling white fingers as she spoke.

He nodded his big wolf head at her in understanding as he nuzzled her snout with his. “I cannot imagine what, what turmoil you must be facing but know that I will be by your side no matter what.” He said to her his wolf’s chest puffed out with Alpha pride, “I don’t doubt that baby” She linked back to him, “Are you nervous to meet them?” He asked her “We both know Lydia has most likely located them by now” He added to his other sentence They both chuckled knowing full well that might just be the reality.

I hymn lowly. Pretty obvious he awaits someone. He requires someone present before commencing the meeting. That best explains this continous and look alike never ending silence. His expression slowly softens. His gritting reduces. His foot stomp depletes. His pressure palm on the glass also softens. It unviels his unintentional made cracks. His neck weakens It appears pretty weak to with hold his heavy head. His head finally falls. It lowens disappointed and depressed. He's really sad.

The man hanging from the beam gave a vicious ‘bah’ and retorted, “Bah! Everyone condemns the Red Moon organization. It was a foolish dream to think that I would ever join you.” “Muahahaha,” the man on the sofa laughed loudly. At his signal, Wolf Tail once again beat the hanging man fiercely with a baseball bat. The man’s head was bashed and battered. Given his state, he could die at any moment. “Stop!” The man on the sofa waved his hand, and Wolf Tail halted all his actions. Smiling as he stood up, he took his giant sword with him as he took one step after another towards the hanging man.