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.

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.

There was always a first time for everything. "Seventy five!!" and another arrow went flying close to my head. It missed my nose with roughly two inches. He was close. I could smell it on the air. Could smell death with every step he took. I began to cry and my life flashed before my eyes. Adams loomed over me, a murderous look in his eyes. I croaked out words through a dry throat and cracked lips. "Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot."

Everyone present was horrified! The head of a well-built black man about two meters tall was knocked off by a feeble man. It was so horrible and unbelievable. The members of Golden Wolf Mercenary were desperadoes and soon reacted. As each of them had killed a dozen and even a hundred people, they were experienced killers. Hank's head was facing the sky, his eyes wide open, and his face was hideous. It seemed that he had no idea that he was dead when he was killed, otherwise, he would have looked terrified.

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.