Horns Drawing Novels & Stories

She walked towards the picture. 'There is a dragon drawn on the wall in front of her. She has never seen one up close before, but the drawing isn’t hard to understand even if she didn’t know what it was called for. It’s a black and white image of a dragon, only much larger than any she’s ever seen, with four large wings, a long tail, and thick fur along its sides, two horns curling out from its skull. Its mouth opens wide, and two long teeth jut out as if ready to strike, and she can feel its power radiating off the wall. The scales are darker in coloration than those of any other dragons.' Her hand reaches up without permission as she tries to touch the painting."

He pointed at the figure with the hat. "This one gave orders." Then the large boots. "This one kept pacing." Another figure carried a rectangle. "The map." Bethwel stared. "He's recording roles." Alex smiled. "Exactly." Patricia looked at the page through tear-filled eyes. "My clever boy." Alex carefully turned another page. The final drawing wasn't of the hatch. It was of a bird. A hornbill perched on a dead branch. David looked confused. "A bird?" Alex didn't answer immediately. Instead, he examined the direction of the bird's beak.

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

The little goatee was blowing slightly in the cool wind, but the most noticeable thing about an oryx was the V-shaped horns that spiraled upwards. I was just about to relax a little when I heard the tell-tale rustle behind me. Just a split second later I was spun and pulled the trigger. The purple figure slumped before it could jump out of the bushes. But since I didn't want to leave anything to chance, I carefully approached the apparently dead body and put a bullet in the head to be on the safe side. Reese gave me a shake of the head, then turned back to the toboggan run.

But they all grabbed a marker pen and started drawing anywhere they could reach. They all seemed to know what they were drawing. When they finished drawing their individual pictures, they went to a larger blank wall. Where Max drew a big circle, Eden then drew a slightly smaller circle inside of it. Before Jaxon drew some lines connecting the circles. It made it look a little like a clock. But Eden added some wavy lines at the bottom of it. When they finished, they went to a sofa, curled up with Evie and cried. I looked at their pictures. Max had drawn a man’s shaver but with small lightening bolts coming off it, Jaxon had drawn a bucket and Eden had drawn a knife.

Rose spoke, "But this time you would be receiving Debris from the Dusk Pride. I've heard a lot of rumours of his prowess in strength and battles. Don't get me started on his handsomeness, it's the talk of the clans! I think you should give this a chance." "She is right, Linota. I've seen him once. He is a total hunk!" Susan gave her review in full marks. "You both know I don't care about looks. About his strength, if we were to engage in a duel, who do you think would come out the Victor?" Linota asked casually. Susan and Rose were tight lipped for a moment, Linota had them trapped this time. They hadn't seen Linota lose to anyone in their pack besides Ashnard. Who is to say she couldn't tak

he said while he was drawing circles on my back. Cool's body was cold. It was nowhere warm, but I felt warm being in his arms, and hearing his words assured me. Even his presence alone is already enough to comfort me, but hearing him say he got my back, brings my sanity back to its place. "That was a sweep." Cool said as he saw me staring at a one-eyed creature. Its body figure is like that of a small child, but what caught my attention is its horn that was very unicorn-like. "What do they do?" I asked as I saw them walking in groups.

Still walking at the same painfully slow pace, I kept going and the farther I went, the clearer the strange sounds became. And it wasn't a dog's bark but growls and shrieks. What in the woods is going on!? I questioned in my head, panicking. The next thing I saw haunted my sleep for days. A large bird-like creature with horns and a complete human dentine within its long strong-looking beaks, was attacking a big dog with all its might. Green smoke-like substance was being emitted from its nose. The two creatures fought aggressively with the one with furs trying meticulously to avoid whatever it is that the bird was emitting.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

One stands out to me. The heading reads: ICE DAGGERS. In the first drawing, a woman has her hands outstretched, fingers crooked in a come hither motion. The second sketch features her arms going up, at the third, her palms turn over. Then the fourth sees her draw it back and before her, jagged icicles fromed from water hover. I replay the maneuver in my head, cataloguing it.