Horns Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

she bowed and try to run away but master Damien dragged her back. You said you were bored and decided to stay on the sun, scribbling down this?" He asked why staring down at the drawing of a man with two horns and an ugly face which she drew. His eyes fixed on the drawing darting all over it confused about why she had to come out to the sun to draw this meaningless thing when his eyes darted to the letter inscribed under the drawing. "Master Damien? This thing here is me?" He asked his eyes threatening to bulge out of his sockets.

Amy and her companions just snickered at Arosh's response. "Ma’am, somebody obstructed my work." Said Arosh as she stood up. Her educator and different schoolmates moved toward her. When she saw the drawing she was saying with the substance of a lady with horns, she was additionally astonished "Huh, that's what is?!" astonished her educator inquired. "Goodness, it's frightening." Some of her colleagues said when they saw the abnormal drawing. "I don't have the foggiest idea." Arosh answered to her educator.

The painting was complete, in fact, more than complete since she added extra feature of her own. She was having fun with this more than he had imagined. No wonder she was laughing when she was done, he had thought she was just very happy that she made a painting. She had painted Orion exactly the way he was sitting in his chair but she added some extra detail that Orion considered petty. On his head were two black horns that curved in, almost touching each other. Then the color of his eyes were red and fumes were coming out of his ears, he looked evilly furious.

Everyone knew how rare it was—those fragile horns were the first to break under time’s slow erosion. They clustered around, marveling at the craftsmanship. But Danny stood apart, his gaze fixed on the figurine’s graceful lines. A low hum of energy stirred through him, alive and insistent, as memory surged—the weight of muscle, the thunder of hooves, the raw power of horn and hide. For a heartbeat, he wasn’t standing at the dig site at all. He was the beast again.

' The drawing was done and she nodded looking at it, he was satisfied with the result. 'Now where that snake can be?' . . . The rank 3 Horned snake was lying on the river to let the water filled with "Breath" enter its body. There were many wounds on its body, probably due to its battle with the pack of Earth snakes, and no rank 2 snakes of its pack were present. The snake was sleeping but it was right in the open, there was no way to take it by surprise. Lucinda was hiding behind a rock looking at it, her claws were out in the open and she had reverted back to her primal form.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

But it was his eyes—those pitch-black orbs—that held my gaze. They were endless, deep and fathomless, as though no light could ever escape from them. They seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, holding within them centuries of knowledge, cruelty, and an insatiable hunger. Atop his head, two horns curved back from his temples, dark and jagged like twisted obsidian. They were sharp and elegant, a stark contrast to the softness of his features. These horns added an undeniable air of danger to his beauty—reminding anyone who looked at him that he was no mere mortal, but something far older, far more powerful.

The way some of the quieter kids flinched when certain footsteps approached. I knew the signs. I’d lived them. My tail lashed once, sharp enough to make the nearest pup squeak and hide behind a stuffed wolf. “Miss Nyx?” The little bandaged girl was back, holding up her drawing from earlier. “For you. Because you have a tail like a dragon.” It was me—crude purple horns, red eyes, black wings I definitely didn’t have, and a long violet tail curled protectively around a circle of smaller wolves.