Horns Drawing Novels & Stories

I could hear the horns start to crack as I continued to pull. My dad kicked the demon's legs again causing him to fall. He had to let go of my sides in order to keep himself from falling face down. Blood oozed out of me faster now that his claws were out. I felt myself get woozy from the blood loss but I kept my focus on him and his horns. I pulled harder and harder until the horns popped off with a resounded crack. I threw one to my dad as I jumped off the demon before he tried to grab me again.

"The internet said that hornet wine has some pretty miraculous benefits. I'm doing this for your future happiness in bed!" Erica Loft's exaggerated expression suggested that she wanted credit for the thoughtful gift. "Look, I've even brought you the hornet's nest. "You can make more for yourself if there isn't enough wine. Hahaha!" Erica's laugh was so shrill. It made my stinging pain feel like a bad joke. "That's enough, you crazy woman!" Joe Fulham cursed at the situation silently. He dragged Erica into a room without giving me a second glance, and they argued inside once again.

"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."

The air around him shimmered faintly, like reality was deciding whether or not to hold his shape, wavering at the edges of his form. His horns curved back from his temples, enormous and elegant, veined with pale light that pulsed faintly like veins under thin ice. His chest was bare again, muscles lean and coiled like a predator held barely in check, marked with shifting ink I couldn’t read—symbols that flickered between languages, dancing with ancient meaning I wasn’t meant to understand.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

The team were mobile restricted as they no longer had technological devices for research and communication. "How true is this?" John asked as he turned over to the next side of the page where he saw the figure of the spirit being drawn. This creature as it was seen had no reference to a human figure as it was of a proportion, size and shape of its own. Its hand had claws and its head had long horns. Its face was engulfed by darkness as no one could see if there was a face or not. Although its eyes glowed red and were right below the horns of this creature and its mouth embodied a set of teeth that were just as the dark mist of the same creature.

The beast had a set of long, wide horns that adorned either side of its head, while its nose was pushed flat against its face. The beast threw its head back and roared, revealing rows of large sharp teeth. It dragged its hooves on the ground. She heard herself screaming as if she was miles away from herself. “Puny human, give ME the key!” It grunted at her. “Key? What key?” She asked. If she could give him what he wanted, maybe this wouldn't have to end in violence. “Pendant key!” He roared. But her confusion only served to enrage him. He rushed her with his horns intent on impaling her. She moved quickly out of his way barely dodging damage.

I guess they really are going to uphold their end of the deal and teach me everything I want to know. Raking my fingers over a certain part of his nose, he begins to shiver again, so I retract my hand once more. He has sharp horns on the top of his head, which seem sharp enough to cut through just about anything. I wonder if they could penetrate another dragon’s armor. I’ll put that on my question list for later. After having studied him for some time, I pull away. This was already very interesting, I must say. Perhaps I made the right decision with these 10 friend dates.

As her fingers brushed against them, a cold feeling ran up her arm. The writing inside was the same as the journals. Runes. Symbols she couldn’t read. But this time… it wasn’t just words. There were illustrations. And the moment her eyes landed on them— Her blood turned cold. The drawings were horrifying. Creatures with twisted horns, long claws, and wings that looked torn and unnatural. Their faces were distorted, some almost human… but not quite. Their eyes were drawn with such detail that it felt like they were staring right back at her.