Horns Novels & Stories

When she can't successfully do the intended mission, she just balks and lets out a fury of magic spells. Horned rabbits are the size of a normal cat, with dark fur and white eyes. Their legs are strong that they can easily jump away before any magic spells would hit them. That's why she proposed Santina would lure it close to Evy that she can kill them using her short sword. The second thing she found out, is that Santina doesn't compromise when she's agitated. After not being able to hit it multiple times, Santina has now ceased to listen to Evy's plan and just continued to fire wind cutters as if she were firing a rifle.

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.

The finest tracing of veins in the thin wings made the breath catch in my throat. His head was crowned with two sets of horns. The two closest to the front of his head sat at aggressive angles, as if in provocation of an enemy. A taunt. The two that sat directly behind those curled towards his back, snugged up beside his skull. I wondered, did they provide some sort of protection while he was flying? His body was ripped, every muscle clearly defined and bulging. From his shoulders to the tips of his claws where his fingers should have been. His hips and legs carried the same definition. And just like his hands, his feet ended in giant curved talons.

It rose from the sea slowly, emerging silently from the dark sea like some primordial god. Two great horns, gleaming like dark copper, rose from its head...and most terrifying of all were the rows of thick fangs lining the length of its long, powerful looking jaws. As it rose higher, she could see the long, heavy neck was covered in rough looking scales and the top and sides ridged with jagged spurs of bone and dangerous looking spines which, she imagined, no doubt ran the length of its body.

The light went out — not suddenly, but as if the world itself took a slow, shuddering breath before forgetting how to exhale. When sight returned, it came fractured — flashes of silver and black, fire and mirror, faces illuminated by the glow of something that was no longer the sun. Kael was the first to move. His voice, hoarse but commanding, broke through the stunned silence. “Sound the call! Now!” The old horn — once used only to summon the council during war — rose from the rubble, its tone warped and mournful as it rolled across the mountains. The sound trembled as though even the air resisted its purpose, echoing through both worlds at once.

His wings are leathery and have hooked ‘claws’ on the top joint where they fold back down again. The hair on his head is a thick black line between his horns and ears that run flat along his scalp, but flick up at the ends. His eyes are yellow and glowed gently. His face is probably the most startling bit about him, he has a square face, with a broad nose that looks almost feline, heavy-set brows cover his eyes a little, and his mouth has prominent teeth from his top and bottom jaw. He’s also incredibly muscular, and frowns at Crow when he keeps staring at him,

I figured the red streaks and blotches were blood so I used that to convince myself that these beautiful,harmless looking animals had anihillated the Noir. Their slinky tails were like those of a leapord and when one turned to stretch I was astonished to see that they had two butts. In the shape of a heart. Their bodies were well toned and muscular and they moved with the elegance and grace intrinsic only to felines. And did I mention they each had a single,unicorn looking horn? It was either pink or green.I counted twenty and itched to pet one.Maybe I could take one home when all this was over. But I didn't see Ulrik.

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

It moved, coiled, and circulated through him like blood. One horn had been broken near the base long ago, the fracture jagged but healed, the surface scarred and darkened where it had fused imperfectly. The other curved backward in a brutal sweep, thicker than Apollo’s and ridged along its length, as though designed less for ceremony and more for impact.

Nova stiffened against my shoulder with the small, precise movement of someone whose nervous system has identified something before the conscious mind has finished its categorization of the input, and I felt it through my hands on her arms, and the feeling of it ran up through my own nervous system and did the same early-arrival trick. The horn sounded again, and then more horns answered it from directions that were not the same direction, and the answering horns did not sound like each other in the way that a common military signal vocabulary would make them sound like each other, but sounded like different instruments sharing