Brass Animal Heads Novels & Stories

“These are our new designs of crafted cuff links. We only make one of each design so there will never be a duplicate out there. Everything is made from your choice of metal but we do recommend with pure gold or platinum. We do not carry sterling silver, however. The one design caught my eye, it had a wolf’s head imprinted on it. A simple but fierce looking wolf. I was about to ask to see that one up close when the ladies trying to put the poster cried out in pain. Looking over quickly, she had fallen off the step stool and twisted her ankle. “Mason, go help them.” I said, frowning. I felt like Linda was about to protest when I turned my attention back to the links. “Can I see those up close?

“Finn would have sat outside your window all night howling for your attention. Aidan probably pounced on him by surprise, snapped his neck, and dragged his big beast back to his cabin. Finn will wake up in a few hours.” “Will he howl again?” “I’ll have some strength back in a few hours. Finn won’t try it then. This was his best opportunity to make a play.” There was so much information. All I could do was make note of it all. “So. . .breaking your neck doesn’t kill you?” “Silver through the heart. Bronze as well, although humans don’t use weapons like that anymore. Certain liquids could poison us. A decapitated head would be the end of us too. But it’s pretty difficult to get to our heads wi

Burning sounds were heard now and then. The most terrifying thing was that there were a large number of dead bodies on the four statues. Above the antlers of that deer head were more than a dozen bloody skulls. Under the claws of the tiger head were three or four dead bodies with blood. The tusks of the wild pig head penetrated the hearts of the four bodies, which were hung up there. Underneath the horse head was an iron cage with agnails. Inside it, there were several air-dried skeletons that still had complete skeleton structures!

A pack of animals of all shapes and shapes tumbled on her, and they wanted to take a seat in her hand. "Get out, it's mine," said the bluefish with two legs. "I came first, it was mine," argues the disgruntled little deer with long horns. "Mom," (What's going on here?) Hana tells herself. She had never seen such a strange animal. It's hard to name or classify them. "Shut up. Mrs. Vinlot will punish all of you." As if there was a miracle, the whole orderly standing down lined up from low to high. The two-headed fox with thick glasses, holding a white whip to control them, was about to be lined up one by one like their class leader. It just flew up to face Hana.

Zephyr nodded. The mounts looked to be good ones, but from what he observed, they did not seem to be any much stronger, more wild animals than bred beasts. “Wait a minute,” just as Zephyr was about to leave, a herd of black horses appeared within vision, each possessed a black horn on their heads. “Shadowmeres!”

Mechs that hadn't bothered with heads and moved their main sensors to the torso, the so-called 'Pangu' types, never really caught on in the market. The Caesar Augustus featured an ornate head design that appealed to Jason's aesthetics. It housed fairly good sensors behind enough armor and embellishments to make them difficult to pick off by a stray shot. Ves hadn't messed around with the head too much, but he did add a dramatic touch by adding a vertical helmet crest, much like the cool helmets worn by the soldiers of Ancient Rome and Greece.

The once-familiar space now seemed foreign, a relic of a bygone era. My gaze shifted to the mounted head of a wolf, its glassy eyes seeming to stare into the soul. I'd return to it in a moment, but for now, my attention was drawn to the adjacent shelf. The hair on the human skulls had long since dried out, a grim reminder of the lives I played with. Among them, one skull stood out - the remains of the man who had been the mastermind behind it all.

Everything was ominous, but one of the strangest things in the room was mortifying to look at. There were jars everywhere, large ones with different creatures in each. Most were deadly looking snakes, but some were of organs, human by the looks of them, and others were cats, different birds, and reptiles. The largest of the jars, at least as big as a chair, had the head of a dog in it, but it wasn’t a dog like I had seen before. It was all black and mostly hairless. The snout was skinny and long, and the ears pointed up.

My eyes started to wander around. Suddenly, it stopped at the sight a man dressed as Zee described. Tall, slender stature, a gold watch, the silver brooch and everything... it was Rafael, I was certain. He only stood there eyes locking with mine, hands tucked in his pocket, that slim diamond neck chain that drove attention to his open chest. On his face was a black Venetian mask with gold designs on it, covering half his face just like mine, but unlike his mine had feathers.

This is their territory, they do not want to leave. Vic turned the bloody remains in his hands, trying to determine who it was. Who was so brave as not to retreat in the face of an impending misfortune? After all, animals also feel the dead, feel and try to be away from them. On a partially surviving head covered with bristles, there were spreading ears, and on an elongated muzzle - a large snout. Boar.