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.

From the injured bull's perspective, however, it looked like a bunch of wires came out of the charging bulls' shadows and floated just above each bull's head. Following this action, when Kirou reappeared and pulled back with his glowing fists, the wires above the bulls' heads came down hard, dragging the four heads to the floor in one swift motion. It happened so quickly that neither the injured bull, Kirou, nor the four charging bulls could have predicted what happened next. Due to their speed and the sudden fall of their heads, the charging bulls flipped over. Unfortunately for them, however, was that since Kirou had reinforced his wires with his mp, the part of the heads secured by the wi

"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.

“So, shooting us is out of the question.” The men looked at one another in confusion and fear. They knew that that the tall muscular man was right. “That thing has five heads, gentlemen, so which means that it has ten ears, which means that it can hear thirty times better than any animal you have ever come across. So, what is it going to be?” Marcus asked. Emma could see that the men’s arms were strained from holding their guns for so long. “Your arms are getting tired,” she said. “And that thing is coming, we really have nothing to lose, we can just go to another floor.”

But something about his tone sent a chill crawling up my spine. I shouldn’t have opened it. But I did. I lifted the lid and everything inside me shattered. Three heads. Three decapitated, disfigured male heads, nestled in silk like they were twisted trophies. Each one frozen mid-scream, jaws slack, eyes bulging in terror. One had scorch marks along his temple, like something had been branded into his skin. Another was missing his tongue, just a bloodied hole where it used to be. The third had his eyes gouged out, lids torn and empty sockets gaping into hell.

These heads have curious features; they are human-like but they sport strange appendages like horns, pointy ears and extra eyes. “These glass heads are so lifelike,” said Alice as the others search for a place to hide. “Because we’re once alive,” said one to Alice. All of them have to slap their hands into their mouth so they won’t scream. “That woman did this,” another glass head muttered. “She wants our hearts, but she discarded the body and kept our heads for her collection,” another one growled. “And she will do the same to you,” a head near Alice said darkly.