Female Pyramid Head Novels & Stories

I moved the Pyramid down the pole, wondering where Colt had bought it, and how whoever made this got the inspiration to make a modern version of the Judas cradle with a suction holder. I attached this suction to the pole now, and kicked Norio again so I could properly line the pointy end of the large pyramid face up. “Now I will have him ride it,” I said finally, walking around to stand in front of Norio again. My eyes met Colt, and he nodded.

However, in the pyramid, Zeus sensed something as he was talking to Leo! Lightning flashed in his eyes, and he stared coldly at the stone door with a frown. Inside the pyramid was a space. The three walls were engraved with the origins and greatness of the sacred city, as well as the history of the monsters suppressed under the sacred city. In the middle was an abyss, and at the bottom was endless darkness that was just like hell. Only a stone bridge connected the stone door to the middle where Zeus was. At this moment, Zeus sat on a throne carved from stone in the middle.

I make my way down the hallway. I walk into the next room. There was a big bath. There were pictures on the side. There was also what looked like four heads at the corners. It looks like it is made out of black marbles. There are various items on the wall. Some of them are square and some round. In the next room, there are two slabs. They look like the sphynx in Eygpt. They have wings and something that looks like a crown. There are also slabs of eagle people.

But nothing interested him until a black shimmer caught his eye among rows of dented matchbox cars and piles of jacks. He squinted, bent over, and peered closer. A pyramid. A gleaming black pyramid unlike anything he’d ever seen. He found himself picking it up and turning it over in his fingers before he fully realized it. With three sides and a triangular base measuring approximately six by six by six inches, the pyramid was also about six inches tall. As he peered at it more closely, he felt enthralled by its uncanny symmetry. “Wonderful,” he whispered, without understanding why. “Absolutely wonderful.”

The Pyramid of the Flower was not a ruin. It was a fortress. Rising three hundred feet out of the jungle floor, the structure was a seamless geometric marvel of black obsidian. Vines—the size of suspension cables—wrapped around it, pulsing with a faint blue bioluminescence, acting like external power conduits. At the base of the pyramid, a massive stone door stood sealed. But Jack and his team weren't looking at the door. They were looking at the camp set up in front of it.

The next second, that human head with its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes and opened its mouth wide and made a hideous expression at those small kids. “Arghhhh.” That kid was so scared that he immediately tossed that head away. The head wavered in the air a few times. Then, it flew toward a small hill in front of them. At this time, four or five people in black shaman costumes stood behind the hill. No doubt, they were Thai shamans. One of them was surrounded by others in the center. That shaman only had a body without a head. Just then, the head that was soaked through flew back and landed back on top of his own headless body. Next, he used his hand to straighten his head a few times b

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.

It had straight sides, smooth faces, and sharp edges. The thing certainly did not resemble any naturally occurring rock formations, for it had a pyramidal top with a sharp point. Ishida placed his hand onto the mysterious structure, not expecting anything in particular to happen when suddenly the triangular top broke off from the object with a loud crack and thrust into the air. CR-R-RACK! He watched breathlessly as the pyramid ascended into some clouds and disappeared from view. His companions were speechless. They, too, were staring at the clouds where the object disappeared.

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.

“That’s not…good.” It wasn’t. Rising from the heart of the rainforest was a massive, geometric structure that looked nothing like a natural habitat. What the hell was a pyramid doing at the end of a jungle? This one was sleek. Metallic. Black and reflective, its surface catching little light seeping through the canopy and bending it in unnatural ways. Panels shifted along its sides—mechanical and almost too impossible to not notice. At its peak, a faint glow pulsed in some strange rhythm. Like a beating heart or something.