Brass Animal Heads Novels & Stories

As it got closer, Blake could see the creature more clearly. The body was that of an oversized dog, no more of a wolf, with its straight and seemingly sharp black hair. There was a skull in the shape of a dog in place of its head with no eye sockets or mouth to be seen but a crack along the center of the skull. The creature was moving its head from side to side, and then the center of the skull head opened. Within were what looked like red membranes, and a mighty sonic shriek was heard from the opening. It reminded Blake of a movie he once saw with a similar animal called a Shrieker.

Their helmets were smooth, featureless ovals of polished black glass—no eyes, no mouth, no human expression. Connecting them was the most disturbing detail: thick, braided cables of neural fiber ran from the base of each skull, looping and connecting to the others. A literal physical network linking three bodies. "Don't move," Finch hissed, freezing in mid-step. His face had gone pale, his eyes wide with recognition. "Cerberus." "A dog?" Ben asked, squinting through his cracked glasses.

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.

He then walks back to the animal market . He wants to buy donkeys , cows and bulls for future use . Bulls can be use for farming . After almost two hours , he then buy two horses , three bulls , three cows , five ewe , five lambs and ten donkeys. He also buys two puppies and two foxes sold by a hunter . After his last transaction he walks towards the shop building. He found a hair accessories stall . He buys twenty silver hair pin for the women in the house and twenty silver hair dressers for men in his family including him .

A rather mundane celebration of the deer god that Xanwed had established, but it's almost obvious that he wants everyone to remember the Rebellion, and the repercussions. I lead my horse through the street on the lookout for a less conspicuous inn. Garlands of flowers line doors and roofs of buildings, poles of metal and wood are at every turn mounted with a carving of deer's horn. Children run about with hats emblazoned with hoof signs and carry sticks. It takes me a moment to notice that these sticks are topped with carvings as well, but not horns. I bristle with anger as I realize they are wolf heads, mimicked in exact detail, to look like a staking.

​From the depths of the incandescent white walls, three colossal figures emerged. ​They were the Master Animators, eleven-foot, faceless entities forged from solid, polished gold-leaf armor, their chests open to reveal massive, spinning brass wheels that churned through thousands of master typeface stamps every second. They carried no weapons, but their long, multi-jointed arms ended in heavy silver styluses that vibrated with a high-frequency alignment pulse designed to rewrite the physical anatomy of any rogue variable that entered their margins.

“Destroyer of Death.” Against a black background with liquid gold accents, a blue-black potbellied figure radiating a fan of arms and legs dances on a pile of human and animal corpses in a ring of fire. His head is that of an ox with long, sharp horns ascending from a crown of skulls. Three eyes blaze in a triangle formation above flared nostrils and bared fangs. The creature’s hair, beard, and eyebrows are all formed of golden flames. He’s naked, except for a necklace and girdle of human heads, his erect penis red-tipped and pointing skyward. His myriad hands and feet are tipped with white claws, each hand clutching a different object: a lion’s pelt, a noose, and every variety of weapon—kni

And there was going to be butchery enough here. The crown was called so on account of the six retractable bolts affixed to its metal headband. Geraldine watched the rookie place it around Eddie’s temple. It was a one-size-fits-all apparatus, so little maneuvering was required. The five of them returned to the cabinet, faced it, and saw the five red switches along its lower sill.

“Uhm… is it fine? I could return it if you don't like it. I just liked the wolf head design…” The Cartier bracelets had a striking wolf's head design. Each bracelet was adorned with meticulously set round-cut diamonds, creating a dazzling halo around the wolf's head and the circular element it bites. One bracelet was sleek black with a matte finish, and the other was a polished white metal, likely white gold. Both wolf heads are encrusted with diamonds and have piercing green gemstone eyes, adding an intense, regal aura. “I got the black one for you…” I continued but he wasn't paying any attention to me, wasn’t even blinking. He just stared at the box like it might vanish if he looked away.