Can Pyramid Head Talk Novels & Stories

Skyler grabbed her magnefying glass again and was over the map, the first thing she saw was the pyramids, if looked at from the very top the pyramid was a square shape, but take away the left and right triangle, the top and bottom would be in the shape of an hourglass... Was this what the contact talked about? Or was it just false hope!?

"I have a bill to pay." As the camp slept, high above in the canopy, a drone—the size of a hummingbird—watched them. It transmitted a signal. Not to the Executor. Not to the Council. To a receiver deep inside the Pyramid of the Flower. Inside the pyramid, a man sat on a stone throne. He was covered in vines, his skin pale as marble. He watched the feed on an old, cracked monitor. "He's coming," the man whispered. His voice was dry, like dead leaves.

The squirrel replied, and Freya let out an audible gasp which attracted the attention of the other still stunned people in the hall, for she had just heard Prescott speak with Emma. A talking animal? She shook her head, wondering if she had heard wrong, googling at Prescott who was now looking at her. "It's exciting to see another person who can hear me talk." Prescott muttered, before waving at Freya. Emma snorted. "How is that possible? Who are you?" Emma asked, letting her gaze rest on Freya. "I don't know why I can hear him talk. I guess it's another gift of my kind." Freya replied, unconsciously coughing when Yodah, Aiden and Julius communicated telepathically to her that they couldn't

"I won!...LOOK AT THIS, I WON! It's god freaking HEADS!" __

Tom felt a stinging sense of relief that he couldn't help shouting despite himself and the circumstances. "Hei! At last. Hmmmm" his chest rose and fell and he slumped there and fell asleep. Over on the other side of the pyramid, an ocean of cataclysmic proportions has formed under the beams of one of the upended pyramid torches. A swish of a robe and a glimpse of a swollen eye, she brought her face up to the full illumination of the lights. Heidi, it is.

Harriet asked Yuha. The man blinked at her, suddenly stuttering. “O-oh, right. Sir, Ma’am, O great stone... can you hear me?” The sight of a usually evil guy talking to an inanimated object stuck in his forehead made Liam and Arai’s jaws drop low. At the same time, Zaha covered his face after feeling secondhand embarrassment for his brother. Contrary to them, Harriet seriously observed. When Yuha sadly shook his head, Harriet sighed. “Nothing, huh?”

She almost threw the eagle away again when, " Don't... drop me off again please, it hurts " The eagle pleaded. " Oh sorry " Phoenix apologized again. " You can fucking talk?! " She exclaimed in shock. " Yeah I can, are you surprised? " The eagle chuckled lightly. " Have I gone mad? " Phoenix didn't even know when the question left her lips. " No, you haven't. You're perfectly fine " " Then how come I can hear you talk? " " That's the power you possess as a Red Phoenix " The eagle replied, perching on her shoulder.

I will also introduce myself as I turn to the road. "M-mandy...Yu?" It stuttered the question. I looked at him with a smile that was proud of me. Who else doesn't know me? We are the only ones who own Sumex. I'm sure this guy was shocked. I just cringed when the man suddenly grabbed my head. It stopped walking and so did I. I immediately approached it and gently touched its shoulder. "What happened?" I'm sorry to ask here. "My.... My he-he-head i-is ouch! I-is aches argh!" He struggled to speak while holding his aching head with both hands.

Amanda bombarded her. “The bird said so.” She pointed to the white pigeon by the window. “And I could speak to an elephant!” Liam replied sarcastically. What an excellent way to start things here? What else could this daemon woman do? Falling out of the freaking sky and landing unscratched? Speaking to birds? “No, Master Liam. The daemon could speak to any creature. I could speak to birds. Stefano could speak to snakes.” “And I’m Harry Potter’s older brother. Got it.” he nodded with a lopsided grin which served as a mock for her statement. “We all know your brain cracked after the fall.”

The woman in the construct turns her head slightly. She is not looking at the planet. She is looking directly at me. And when she speaks, it is not through the network. It is through my own mind. You are the uncontrolled iteration. My throat tightens. Dylan notices instantly. “What is it?” “She’s… talking to me.” His jaw hardens. “What is she?” I swallow. “Me.” Above us, my father turns toward the construct. The luminous presence surrounding him pulses sharply, like a defensive reflex.