Headless Horseman Statue Novels & Stories

Despite his arrogant behavior, everyone knew the Blood Race did indeed have the strength to support their actions. A statue had appeared in an open area on Mount Bane’s summit. The human-like statue was 50 meters high. The statue’s eyes were lifelike as it glared into the distance as if it held contempt for the world. Although it was a statue, it gave off an imposing aura. Colorful rays of light shone from the statue. The statue looked like a god. A few hundred meters away from the statue, many people were gathered. These were Void Sect’s disciples.

sent by Hell, prayers of gratitude to their dark lords could be heard from their lips in a form of loud howling. The leading creature arrived at the rise. Beyond was a rotunda surrounded with lively establishments, from fast food restaurants, small convenience stores and bouttiques. Galvanized jeepneys and tricycles reminiscent of the old military vehicles left by the Americans in the Second World War could be seen, moving across the highway. But the only thing that caught the leader's attention was the statue of Saint Vincent in the middle, winged and holding a book.

"That makes sense! and maybe that's why my body's name is Belinda, but yours is Haakon!" A couple of minutes later they were in front of the gates of the city, even if they tried to see the top of the walls they couldn't, it was too high. Two 30 meters statues were at either side of the entrance holding halberds as big as them. They had Dog-heads like Anubis and wore simple garments like the Egyptians; their eyes and the cracks in their skins irradiated golden light when the duo was near the door. -STATE YOUR PURPOSE, IF DON'T ANSWER YOU'LL BE COLLECTED AS AN OFFERING TO OSIRIS-

There was the engraving of a horse’s head deeply inscribed on it. Its eyes were wide open, just like its mouth, and the artist's clear depiction of this engraving was FEAR and if you looked closely enough, you could see that there was something around the horse’s throat. They were thick, probably veiny, hands wrapped around the horse’s neck and were strangling it to nothing else but death. ‘That would explain why the horse looks so scared,’ Carmine commented but I was more bothered by what it was here. ‘Yeah, and trying to kill us. I think we should leave, Lyss, if someone sees us looking at the floor it would be super weird.’

She followed him as he led the way out of the house and away from the way they’d entered. As they made their way to the front of the town, the buildings became larger and tall structures had been built into the sides of the dirt walls running alongside it. Then Aria stopped, at the entrance to the town was a large statue made of once polished silver that had since turned black. Aria stood still allowing her eyes to take in every detail of the craftsmanship that must have taken so much time to create such a masterpiece. The wolf seemed to have a clean coat and there was no color painted on this statue. Absalom moved up beside her and remained silent. She turned her gaze to him and wonder

Wilbur smiled faintly and looked at the tomb. He saw a rectangular hall. There were more than ten monstrous statues on the sides of the hall. The statues were two meters high with human bodies and dog heads. The fangs were sharp, and they looked kind of ferocious. At the end of the hallway was another stone door. It was apparent that they were at the entrance of the tomb. Wilbur glanced at the statues, then looked at Bassan. Bassan arrogantly shot a glance at Wilbur before he led his son inside.

While I mentally linked the pack warriors to guide the horseman away from the pack and onto the plains in the eastern borders, he and Alexa trailed me. I didn’t want the horseman’s rage to cause any injuries to anyone. As we hurried to join the others, Alexa remarked, “The horseman should have the remains of his severed head with him; that’s his weakness and a way we can kill it. For the second time.” Our pack warriors were already assembled in the woodland when we got there, killing the headless horseman in their wolf forms. He was pulling on the reins of his corpse while saddled atop it like a horse. He used a whip that was actually a spine to assault. This is enough nonsense, let’s move

“I’ll sort it out. Tell you all about it later. Thank you, Sarah.” Sort it out. Right. “Alpha Russel, Luna Christy, members of the Goldhawk pack, this is Bellmouth and the Headless Horseman, here by my Mate’s request. Good boy, Bellmouth. Mr Horseman, thank you for coming.” The horseman draws his sword, a long and thin one with a fancy cup bit over his hand and twiddly bits sticking out around the cup. He’s only saluting with it. He puts it right back in its scabbard afterwards.

The others crowd around the animal, which is tripping around nervously. Finn is standing by the horse. My stomach turns inside me when I see him cut the throat of the animal without hesitation. There is a bubbling, guttural sound coming from it while trying in vain to fill the lungs with oxygen. "Receive this Tafn as Gebu, that tonight you will bestow on us Ulfhedin's powers !" The blood splashes into the tub, and the men is spattered too when the horse with shaking legs fall over on the rock floor. Its legs gallops aimlessly into the open air during the last death cramps. The geologist carries the tub over to the statue and carefully pours the contents into the head of the wooden figure. It

I didn't want anyone getting hurt because of the horseman. "The horseman should have the remains of his severed head with him, that's his weakness and a way we can kill it. For the second time." Alexa said as we raced to join the others. When we arrived, our pack warriors were already gathered at the forest, in their wolf forms and fighting against the headless horseman. He was saddled on top of his corpse like horse, pulling on its reins. He attacked with a whip that was an actual spine. Enough of this bullshit, this ends now.