Headless Horseman Stories Novels & Stories

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

"Yeah, you should. You will need paper and a pen. Go look for some now. In short, please separate from me so you can write your will." In one corner of Leyte Baler's eyes, he saw a horse-headed bony creature heading towards the congregation. He stopped walking when the Werehorse arrived in the middle of those people. It neighed savagely and furiously stomped its hooves, acting as if it found a nice toy to step on. The people around became violent and started throwing punches on the Werehorse which had appeared suddenly in their midst.

They rushed at me and I immediately jumped off my horse. Their spear went through my horse and it neighed in pain nbefore going to the ground. They noticed that I was not on the horse anymore but before they could make any move again, I rushed at them, my sword in my hand, and cut all their heads off with one clean sweep. I then turned to Jacob who was already on his knees, a dead warrior with a spear about stabbing him.

They both tilted their heads as they both understand what he meant by his words. He drew the rope that was fastened around the neck of his horse, backwards so that the horse neighed and caused it to lift up her legs. The moment the horse set its foot back on the ground was the time it raced on, crushing through the bushes and tall leaves. Liam and Abel also did the same as they ran after him. He ran and soon passed through the thick smoke that was burning without stopping.

[POV: Colin Smith] Colin pulled on more grace using 20% of his ability. Now his chains made short work of the beast by beheading. The headless bodies of the beasts sprayed blood like erupting volcanos. The three riders crashed to the ground rather unceremoniously. One of them was crushed under the weight of the Pyromuthos that was still twitching. Blood slowly pooled under the bodies of the dying beasts. Without wasting time colin beheaded the two reaming riders.

They pounced on the enemy on both flanks of the withdrawal like a thunderbolt, but one horse blew past them all, as fast as the wind in the grass: Andalusian stallions bore him, sparkling, revealed once more, a light emanating from his outstretched hand. Because their Captain had not yet arrived to confront his opponent's white fire, the witches shrieked and swept away. The hordes of Headless warriors concentrating on their target, caught off guard in a furious chase, dispersed like sparks in a gale. With a great cheer, the out-companies turned and smote their pursuers. Hunters turned into the hunted. The retreat escalated into a full-fledged assault. A reek emerged from torches flung aside,

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Clarissa mustered all her courage to greet everyone. Everyone at the stage fell silent while all of them are staring at her and Edward. At the same time, Clarissa wished the the ground will magically split open so that she can hide underground for eternity because of extreme embarrassment. She sounded too eager and she must have looked stupid. "Relax. Just ignore them." Edward whispered. "Good morning, everyone!" All of the people focused their attention to the two middle-aged man who is smilingly walking towards their direction. "You are the chosen ones, and you are all lucky to have made it this far. I'm Takeshi Onodera, and I'm the Creative Director. Congratulations for being picked for t

Once I was sure that kids have been out of the sight and won’t be caught by rogues easily meanwhile Caleb arrives. I walked forward towards them, not knowing what to do when rogue bit down one of our wolves on the neck, blood spurs out and he was deeply injured, I don’t have any hope that he would survive. I fall on my knees seeing this I just wanted to kill myself for leaving them alone.

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.