روايات وقصص ضمن Crumple Horned Snorkacks

The footsteps stopped close to him. Jayden opened his eyes a crack and peered around him. It was eerily quiet for a while. Then he saw the creature. It was huge. It had bat-like wings with a single horn in the middle of its head. There was another creature. This one made his skin crawl. The creature was a mass of rotten flesh crawling with worms. It had a skeletal face and two large horns on its head. The odour emanating from the creature was terrible.

No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment. Chirp… chirp… chirp… The sound echoes, tempting, urging them to run. Barely make a sound, it's head poking from the grass, black shiny curved head, a hard and thick shell wrapped around it's skull, with a feature crawling like a crocodile, it's easily surpass the man's height himself, it's head as big as a human size before reaching its horned spine that run along reaching its spike tail. Slowly advanced toward the ripped jeans clothes man.

Without even moving from her seat, Susan immediately said, not even giving enough time for the rest of the table to raise their hands. "Ms. Lovegood." "Luna Lovegood, first year. Where can I find a Crumple-Horned snorkack?" Erik laughs, but not because it's a funny question. He laughs because it's a different one, and one that he had never received. "Small pig-like creature, with a hairy purple body and small crumpled horn on its head?" Luna, with her adorable face and big eyes nods her head at the description of the elusive creature.

Far much worse she began to tremble and was so close to jumping out of her own skin. It had a neck like a vulture and a long head that had hair like the stingers of a jelly fish; not only floating and moving about like underwater seaweed but black in colour looking like worms. Its face was small and only occupied a quarter of the head whilst the rest was all forehead; a forehead that was like Frankenstein's and was bumpy like the back of the crocodile. With round marble black eyes, four small holes in between the eyes where it breathed from and a mouth like an angler fish; wide and with razor sharp teeth, as many as a centipede had legs.

The man with the horn froze upon realizing that the truth of the corpses was exposed. He started playing the horn faster. The corpses pounced right at Harvey. “The same trick won’t work twice.” Harvey stepped on a tile on the ground. Crack! It shattered into pieces, flying all over the place. The shards lodged right into the corpses’ throats. Small worms, invisible to the naked eye, started exploding. At the same time, the roaring corpses instantly went limp before falling to the ground, as if they had lost all strength.

The water jet almost made contact. However, Matthew fired a beam of condensed astra to counter the water jet and it vapourised into bubbles. Cretoxarinh quickly moved in to attack. It seemed to have trusted Matthew to deflect Kraken’s attacks. With them working together, Cretoxarinh was able to get close and bite down on Kraken. Kraken wrapped its tentacles around Cretoxarinh. The toothed suction cups along the tentacles were scratching Cretoxarinh’s body. Luckily, its head was protected by a bony plate so it was not sustaining any major damage.

They bore testimony to the long history of the city. They were taken to Mariner's Bay, the farthest end of the Land of Dawn where the tribe of seaborns could be found, a kind of water dweller who unlike merpires rely solely on their voice to enchant their victims, the new creature knows how to use magic. Similar to a mermaid, they used to reside underwater. However, seaborns are in no way seductive like mermaids. They are not part fish and instead, mostly fish. Their head is the only part of their body that resembles human. They also have a pair of golden horn, red belly and an additional eye around their torso.

He took a sip and stared like staring could glue the night back together. Beneath the Surface Tuna blew out from under the Siren in a panicked silver cloud. The hull dimpled inward with a sick little pop. Then again—harder. Crunch. Metal doesn’t bruise, but this did—irregular dents like bites from something with too many teeth and the wrong jaw. The water thickened—heavier, murkier without silt, a density you could feel in your chest like a held breath. The hull groaned; ribs complained. An unseen mouth clamped again, snake-fast and mean.

He said choking me further with his arms on my neck. Soon Holf came out with two beastly creatures that I doubted were dogs. How could dogs look like this? There were too huge to be called dogs. No, they were beast or some kind of monsters I never knew existed. I could feel air being sucked out of my lung and my body drained of blood at the sight. Angel let out a villain laugh behind me then he pushed me toward the field.

He waved at me, impatient. I took a deep breath, adjusted my mask, and plunged into the water. Coolness enveloped me instantly, like slipping into another world. I steadied my breathing through the snorkel, kicking gently with my fins, letting my body float effortlessly. Sunlight pierced the water, casting shimmering patterns across the white sand below. Tiny fish swam in schools—blue, yellow, even bright orange—dancing among the corals. Some corals were soft pastels with smooth curves, others were rigid and rough with sharp textures. Sea anemones swayed, occasionally revealing little clownfish hiding within their tendrils.