Horns Drawing Novels & Stories

I blinked a couple of times, forcing my eyes to focus, and after a bunch of tries, I finally understood what he meant. On his head, Derrick had two horns sticking out. They were black in color, with an outline of bright red light around them. They were slightly curved at the top, like the typical sign of the devil's horn. "You're not able to control it, are you?" Dame asked. I watched as Derrick shook his head. Zin shook his head as Dame sighed. "I will, master, don't worry!" Zin said it out of nowhere. And when I turned to look at Derrick to ask him about it, he just silently watched me.

Then I reached the drawings. Someone had sat with a living thing and drawn it the way the old human anatomists drew, every line put down to be true rather than pretty. A figure, standing, filling the page. Not a man. It stood on two legs and had two arms, but the arms hung to the knees, longer than any arm I'd ever shaken. The jaw ran out too far and hung too heavy, built to hold more teeth than a face has room for. In its own panel beside it, the hands: longer in the palm than mine, the bone at the last joint of each finger hooked, a claw drawn back into the shape of a nail and not quite hidden there.

I pulled Lylah to walk with me back outside. "Look. I found it! This must be the one. Look at this drawing. Horns, hooves, goaty looking ugly creature. No wonder he can't bear to look at himself in the mirror. I wouldn't want to see me like that either." I watched her observe the page whilst softly passing her delicate finger over the writing and drawing. "Yes. I think this guy is the one. This is no gentle beast. He will give us a good fight until he gives in," she said, turning her attention on me.

I noticed an evil grin appear on his face before he added devil horns to it. "I can actually draw" he bragged confidently. "Oh yeah?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Yeah" he smirked as I stepped closer to him; He put his hands on my waist and pulled me in. He kissed me, smiling into it. "What's got you in a good mood?" I questioned him, beaming. "I don't know, maybe for the first time I can see a bit of sunshine through the thick black clouds" he muttered, his smile slowly fading as he talked while staring at me.

There was Three Old Woman standing, dressed in an ancient way, All holding the horns of a Unicorn. A Black line ran from their forehead through the nose down to the lower lips. Their eyes was pale green and their lips were painted black. Not excluding the pointed nose "You have defiled Sabrina and your Soul, She has requested." They chorused in a gruff voice. Hannah gasped as she took few steps back. They pointed the Unicorn's Horns forward as they walked into the house helping to break through the barrier. "Estarantio Windo!" Hannah roared causing wind at them but getting to them, the horns backfired it and she crashed over the table.