Headless Horseman Statue Novels & Stories

So, the two guests step inside. Their eyes scan around the place. Minister Kingsley is impressed by Lady Veronica's family wealth. His eyes glimpse at the golden statue of a man riding a horse in the center of the pathway--- not to mention, they had a huge grassland. A massive mass of land space that can fit three houses on it. Walking towards the door of the mansion, Lady Veronica suddenly spits out words. "If you are wondering who's that statue, that's my father in his prime age. He is an excellent horseback rider."

Gold, silver, and diamonds—all the precious gems were making the place glitter. He could now view the statue clearly. The statue had three heads: the first one was like a bull, the second like a man, and the third like a ram or a goat. His tail was like that of a serpent, and from his mouth came flames of fire. He was sitting upon an infernal dragon and was holding a lance with a banner. Alpha Gabriel had never heard or seen of the king of demons before, and he was surprised to see that statue in front of him. The treasure behind the statue was glistening and seemed attractive. He felt like taking them all, but his priority was not wealth but Ella’s health at that moment.

"He's a wealthy man." Liam nodded in the affirmative. "I just wonder why I hadn't known him all this while." "Maybe he was out of the country." After a pause: "That statue is so real," she added, looking out to gaze at the magnificent statue of a knight atop his horse, whose fore legs were lifted into the air. The statue glowed, as though it was polished every hour. She caught Liam staring too. "You are a billionaire," she teased, "why are you gawking at this stuff?"

A massive bronze statue appeared in front of them. The statue stood nearly twenty meters tall. A massive bronze turtle sat below it, and a lifelike Scylla sat above it. That turtle was the black cooter, a mystical creature that also happened to be the god of the Iron family.

"Probably. It's like a graveyard." We spent a while walking through talk green flowers and plush grass until we could, one into an opening. There was a man dressed in a brown robe, and he stood before a statue. It was the inanimate thing that got me. That stature had a wolf's head and the body of a man, and its mouth opened in an angry snarl.

The 14th century Javanese wayang-style horse-and-rider figure was recovered from one of her father’s archaeological excavations. Valued at a cool 7.8 million dollars, the statue was said to be the earliest known depiction of a horse to be found in Singapore. While just shy of eight million, one would think it would be worth killing for. But Alyssa was worth far more. “You want the statue, and you will go away?” she reiterated. Frank nodded. “We can never see one another again if that’s your wish.” “It is my wish and most fervent prayer,” she retorted. “Why didn’t you just ask for it?”

He raised his head and finally looked at what he and Angelina had created together. A huge black horse was examining them both with its blood-red eyes. Its sides shined with a silver gloss, its snow-white mane waved in the air, although there was no wind. There were crimson flames around its hoofs. And when the animal kicked its leg on the ground, ruby-red sparks scattered in all directions. This creature would have appeared magically beautiful if it wasn’t for the hunger in the blazing dead eye sockets. “Hold the threads of control tighter, so the shellmougr doesn’t break loose,” Reive muttered. Though there was no need to say that. The girl was so inexperienced that she could hardly drive

And among all of these were the priests who were taking the offerings and sacrifices of the people there to worship. There was a very huge statue of him in addition to the several other statues that stood alongside the golden columns. He feared looking at it for long to avoid drawing attention to himself. Helena was already making her way toward one of his statues and he hurried to join her. The statue was relatively huge and it depicted an image of him with his arms raised from his fingertips the sculptor had made what looked like thunderbolts appear. His knees were bent as though he was in pursuit of something and his eyes blazed. All in all, he had to agree that the sculpture was a very i

I could feel the energy rolling off him and knew he was a monster, but I couldn’t tell what he was. The people in the caravan, riding their carts, leading their cows and mules and trying to control their suddenly malcontented horses, were so intent on the Pyre Army and their vibrant gold chain mail that no one noticed the bony man. Green fabric was wound around his scalp. Binding his hair back from his face. He eased further from the group, tucking behind a bush. A rearing horse walked between us, blocking him from my sight momentarily. The horse was staring at me wide-eyed. Dancing sideways in alarm.

Lance seemed to eat up her interest in his work, and I loved seeing her inquisitive mind at work. It took awhile to see what Lance was making, but as it really started to take shape, I knew I had to have it for Chastity. I don’t know how the man did it, but it was a smaller statue of two wolves curled together. The smaller of the two which could only be female looked like she had her head on her paws, while the larger, probably male, had his head resting on her back. The man was definitely a master. I was very impressed. He didn’t add any color to it, and when Chastity asked him why he just said he felt that color would take away from the beauty of the piece, and I had to agree with him.