Brass Animal Heads Novels & Stories

We were surrounded by shapeshifters, and a strange creature with the head of a bull was giving orders to them. The bull-headed shapeshifter was massive, towering over us all at a height of at least 8 feet. Its body was covered in thick, scaly skin, and its limbs were muscular and powerful, like those of a bull. Its head, however, was the most terrifying aspect. It had two large horns protruding from its forehead, and its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow hue, making it seem like it was possessed by some malevolent force.

Unfortunately for them, however, was that since Kirou had reinforced his wires with his mp, the part of the heads secured by the wires never joined the rest of their bodies in this flip, resulting in a grotesque scene that followed. Both Kirou and the injured bull watched as four bodies flipped over, followed by the sound of bone breaking as all four bodies came to a stop. Maybe it's due to the system interfering at the last minute or maybe it was due to the bulls weren't moving fast enough, when Kirou got a closer look at the four bulls, he noticed that not only were they still alive, their heads were still connected to the flipped over bodies, though barely.

"You are neither dead, nor dying! You shall not pass my gate." "Show yourself!" A creature stepped out and I stared, unable to make sense of it. "Someone get my crystal ball and ask it what the hell this thing is." It was a creature that had the head and body of an ox, a mane of flames, six brass horns adorned its head. It was huge, putting even the brothers to shame. It had to be at least 15 feet tall. After the shock of its appearance, I noticed the smell. It seemed to be an offensive attack. "God damn you need a bath!" I stepped back.

I want to look at them, but I fear that their faces will strip off whatever gut it is that's keeping me here, and I'd run away in shame and hide in fear. "I pray that we show respect to the goddess!" The priest yells and the people succumb to his request, quieting down as he mounts the altar behind him and returns with a staff, a two-headed staff shaped like the head of a wolf and has a crown hanging in between each of its mouths. A gold and silver crown with diamonds crested around them and the same female head, like the pendants, carved in the middle of both crowns. They look ancient and priceless, like something worn or created by an ancient Greek god or something.

A circled note in the corner caught his eye: “BRASS = best conduit for demonic containment.” Gabe examined the idol’s halves. They were severely corroded, brittle, incomplete. Useless. But he knew what to do. He turned to his shelves—metal, tools, sculptures. One in particular stood out: a hexagonal world map he’d made with Joanne. He smiled. Then he pulled out a large sheet of brass. Hours passed. Gabe worked steadily, methodically—melting, shaping, reforging. The garage glowed with sparks and sweat. Slowly, the idol was reborn. Polished and whole.

From a deep cyan in what should be the skin tone of some, to a magenta to hurt the sights on the hair and exquisite clothes of others. I passed my chin up next to creatures with obstacles that moved around their throats and made volume below the bald head. I also went through some creatures with drained hair and faces with high cheeks that delighted in humanoid characteristics, if it weren't for the black horns that emerged from their foreheads and bowed upwards. There was also a large majority of creatures with skin in a gray tone, whose heads were flattened and elongated by an extra piece of skin on the sides, like a naja that dilates its neck to look more threatening. But the throne was t

He did not dare to look directly at them at this time, because it was easy for others to notice him. Soon, he saw the four figures without being noticed. Human form, beast head. They possessed Blood Soul of demonic beasts and displayed the charm of cultivators at the same time. Among them, the tallest one was tall and had a head of a sika deer on its neck. A pair of long horns was curved up like branches. Sun Mou judged that the shorter one was a hedgehog based on the spikes on the other party's head. The fatest one was a wild boar, with long fangs in its mouth, and a very symbolic nose, which showed its identity.

{Sleep Breath} {Detect} {Magic Perception} {Enhanced Piercing} {Danger Perception} {Pierce Resistance} Teleport} {Advanced Mana recovery} {Herculean Strength} {Magic Reflect} [Brass dragons, the most gregarious of all true dragons, thrive in warm, dry environments and thrive on conversation.] {[GAINED Knowledge: Dragons]} [A brass dragon's head is distinguished by the armoury plate that extends from its forehead and the spikes that protrude from its chin. Its neck is ornamented with a frill, and its tapering wings extend down the length of its tail. A brass dragon wyrmling has brown scales that are dull and mottled. As the dragon ages, its scales begin to shine, eventually taking on a wa

I ran down the flight of stairs, and halfway through I started to notice that there were some strange decorations in this house. The entire wall is covered with the heads of various animals, except for bears of course. There are huge moose heads, deer heads, goat heads, exotic African mammal heads, even a fricking lion head, and of course, more than three wolf heads. I shiver upon seeing them, but they aren't what catches my eyes the most. In between the animal heads, there are also melee weapons that look pretty sharp and hung as decoration. Well, now I feel luckier than ever!

Which animal had this skin? Oh, the zebra! It was a zebra. I let out a breath. But then, why did I see a set of fingers? Why that? Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe I was. I turned on my heels and began to walk off when I saw two lions struggling to eat a piece of flesh. This time, it wasn’t flesh. I mean the flesh of a zebra. It was a head. A human head. They had torn the flesh off the head. The skull was beginning to show. What peeked my interest and also made me shudder was the shape of the head. It looked like a boy belonged to... it looked like it belonged to a child.