Horns Drawing Novels & Stories

Jackie took up one of the drawings and unfolded it carefully. It looked extremely brittle because of its age. The signature on it had faded a little, but the markings of the actual drawing were still crisp and clear. The horses depicted in the drawing had athletic and toned bodies. They marched along the river in triumph, a picture of strength and unity. The signature and the artistic choices made told Holly that this was a drawing from the Wild Horses series by Gunther Hockney. Gunther was a famous artist in the 1800s. No other painters could draw horses as well as he could.

He flipped to the last page where I’d made a very unflattering drawing of him, one with horns and long knife like fangs. I’d been particularly upset that day and had written some pretty shitty things about him, calling him all sorts of names under the sun. He paused over the page, taking it all in and I shifted on my feet, embarrassed now that he’d seen my shit talking about him. He glanced at me with a raised brow. “Really?” “Well I told you not to look!” I said defensively rubbing the back of my neck, color alighting my cheeks. Archer craned his neck over Ivan’s shoulder to peer at the page. Seeing the drawing, he burst into laughter.

"Horns! Horns!" Alex screams as he points his hand at me and I nod my head. They got the horns but how do I explain the whole thing? I move my hands on my back to show wings. "Wings! H-huge ones!" Tessa shouts this time. "But something with horns and wings...an unicorn!" I nod my head sideways. Then I gesture as the wings are broken. "Uh? Chopped wings?" Peter says this time and I nod my head in positive. At least this guy is not completely useless for the record.

said Kaptan before attacking me head on. He went straight for one of my horns at the front. With the use of his bare hands, he forcefully pulled it until the base cracked and he successfully broke it. I screamed and recoiled in agony as he casually threw the broken horn aside. I didn’t even have the chance to touch any part of his body so they would rot away.

"These weren't carved." Lucien joined him. "They were drawn." Rough sketches covered the stone—animals, trees, little stick figures holding hands. Near the bottom, someone had drawn a family standing beneath a large moon. "A child did these," Astrid said. Finn crouched for a closer look. "I think you're right." He pointed at one corner. "See how the lines wander?" "They kept coming back to add more." Lucien brushed a little dust from the wall, careful not to touch the drawings themselves. "Nobody erased them."

Evelyn whispered, "Let's continue if you like ...... it, okay?" Sagon: "......" ...... Demons are easily seduced. He struggled only slightly before giving in and submitting to the desire to make himself happier, and Evelyn didn't have to use much force at all before Sagon complied, bending his neck and dropping his head, and once again delivering his horns, which even amongst the demons were definitely pretty and good looking, into her hands. Evelyn's fingers slid from the tip of the demon's horns all the way to the root; the horns were so hard that the surface wasn't smooth, but rather had a pattern like a spiral pattern.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

I reminded him. “Geeze. Sorry.” He shrugged and went back to his own work, but his comment made me second guess my own. I looked at it carefully. He was right. It could’ve been any girl with long hair in a cape. I looked at his drawing and wasn’t surprised at all to see that he’d drawn himself shirtless, standing with his arms up, his arms bulging with muscle, his face lifted to the sky in a menacing howl. Even though he was a human in the drawing, his inner wolf was clear. So was the darkness that had overtaken him.

Harris asked when he found two smaller horns at the base of Draven's neck, a perfect size for Harris' hands to hold onto. Draven nodded his head. Harris looked around nervously and felt as the beast began to rise to his feet, lifting his belly off the ground. Harris' grip on the horns tightened as Draven's wings expanded above them before thrusting down with force as the dragon kicked off the ground. The wind rushed under the dragon's body with each downward thrust of his wings. Everyone watched the beautiful and incredibly large dragon's body rise into the sky. His neck stretched out as he reached for height, thrusting his wings down as hard and fast as he could to gain more height.