Horns Drawing Novels & Stories

It silently crawls into their bedroom through the window, the only sound it made was a mild rattling noise which isn’t enough to wake the sleeping couple. James turns to his left enjoying his sleep and the cool breeze coming from the window serving as a sleep inducing pill. The moon shines little light on the figure giving away its appearance- it is a woman with two light-green pair of horns; a pair was protruding from her forehead just above both her blank white soul-piercing eyes, the long horns grew backwards and then made a U-turn before stopping few inches from her cheek.. The second and shorter pair of horns grew on both side of her head just before her ears and right beside her eyes,

Then, as the sun dipped low, a thunder shook the gates. Drums rolled like distant storms. Horns blared through the city. The people rushed into the streets, and silence fell heavy as stone when they beheld the sight. The army of the Horned King had arrived. Armored riders clad in black steel rode at the front, their spears tipped with crimson banners bearing the sigil of the curved horn. Behind them, endless ranks of warriors filled the horizon—winged men whose shadows darkened the sky, horned women cloaked in smoke, beast-legged hunters with eyes that gleamed like predators. And at the center, pulled by obsidian steeds that snorted fire, came a carriage of iron and gold, vast and terrible,

I cried out in fright and scurried away from the glass, to make the creature laugh. He had a human figure, but his skin was the same colour as Cosmo’s hair. Huge horns grew from his temples, that spiralled around his pointed ears and down to his backside. He had two others on top of his head just before the temple ones and one in the middle of his forehead that was broken. Since he had no hair, I could see each one clearly. He had more horns that ringed around his wrists and ankles but were so large that they touched the glass, even though he was standing a metre away from it. They were bright like his other ones, but he had twined different pieces of string around these ones which were blea

Its mouth gaped open in a grotesque twist, far wider than any living thing should ever be able to manage. Notes were scratched hastily into the margins, cramped and uneven, while arrows jabbed toward specific parts of the drawing—its joints, its jagged teeth, its unblinking eyes—each annotation making it clear that this wasn’t just a sketch, but a careful, unsettling study. Anton swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as if the words themselves were difficult to force past it. “I know it,” he said at last, his voice low and restrained, almost too quiet to be steady.

Don't tell me that brute fooled me about the face paint? I gulped and shook my head. Of course not! He's been extra nice today. Extra nice. Nice. Oh, fuck! I'm doomed! When is he ever nice?! That man was born with fucking horns in his head! A loud scream emerged out of my throat when I finally saw the finished drawing he made on my face! Pink and purple poops with eyes and mouth! Like the keyboard emojis! This is ridiculous! I touched it and it quickly smeared all over my cheeks since it's still wet. I hope this shit is not so hard to remove or I'm doomed!

It also had four white horns, which were seven inches long, and affixed on their bases to each corner. The horns were curved, with their points facing the centre of the altar. Timmy’s invisible double trembled as he sat on a chair inside the marine sphere, lost in deep thought. He didn’t mind the slithering king cobra head behind him, which seemed to like his black suit.

Without a word, he stood up and walked over to Jasmine, leaning in to take a closer look at her drawing. I followed his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. The figure on the paper was unmistakable. A woman with sharp features, eyes blazing, surrounded by flames. But what truly horrified me were the demon-like horns jutting from her head, twisted and menacing. It wasn’t just a scary drawing—it looked eerily like Shane, though drawn like a child, with an anger in her expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Dr. Levine kept his voice calm and gentle as he asked, “Jasmine, can you tell us about your drawing?”

The proportions were wrong, and the perspective worse. It was meant to be two people. I think. The first figure stood tall, cartoonishly wide shoulders, a sharp smile stretching across its crooked face. She’d drawn actual horns on the head like some devil from a child’s storybook. Beside it, she’d written, Mr. Evil Boss. And below him, on her knees as if begging for her life, was another figure. She’d scribbled beside it, me. I tilted my head. It looked like she’d gotten bored while waiting that day.

and those horns actually. "You're the bargest who barked at me, aren't you?" I asked him, and he smiled wider. "You noticed; how sweet." Conri swung me out and then pulled me back in, even closer this time. "It was the horns that gave you away." I admired the sleek black curves that were partially hidden by his hair. "Do you like men with horns?" He asked with a devilish smile; making me laugh out loud. "Are you trying to get me to call you horny?" I asked after my laughter died away.

He turned around to inform his friend that they could finally have a seat on the ground and just chill, but a frown settled on his face when he looked at his friend. Darrion was standing with his arms crossed. He was staring at the horror looking deer beast tens of meters away from him which was calmly laying on the ground. The beast’s size was like a normal adult deer, but what made it a beast was the long, crescent shaped horn that’s more similar to a crooked blade than a horn. The bladed horn was long, like, a meter long, and Jai could guess someone being sliced if that creature rams into the person.