Horns Novels & Stories

Naivleen turns her head to give us a better look. Right at the top of his head are two long twisted horns which bow outwards at the base before turning towards his snout and sweeping upwards. They are awesome in size and beauty. Fading from a black so dark it looks liquid, to a green as rich and deep as the pines below. Two smaller horns sit either side of his head, below the big ones but above his eyes. They are pure black and look more like what I would expect from a horn, slightly curved, not twisted or particularly remarkable except the fact they are on an actual dragon.

Virando’s body began to grow bigger and bluer. His shirt and pants began to be torn off because they couldn’t hold his gigantic body. His eyes grew redder and redder. There were two long pointed horns coming out of his head. There were two long sharp canine teeth also coming out of his mouth.

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 d

The face staring back at him didn't look at all familiar. His face didn't seem particularly reptilian, looking more like a cross between a wolf and a large cat, but with steel gray scales covering everything. His nostrils were slits and his ears where smaller, but otherwise he didn't look much like any reptile he'd seen. Growing out of the back of his head were two six-inch horns that gently spiraled like an African antelope -- a kudu -- only straighter.

Hound, gripping Binge’s horn with a vice-like hold, twisted the creature’s overgrown head and slammed it into the nearest wall, the impact sending cracks through chipped concrete. Anger radiated from Hound with each motion, his knuckles white against Binge’s twisted horn.

They were, to say the least, unique. "Rejoice! Everyone, the next article comes from an old empire's warring state... " The Count deliberately dragged it out. An item from the Old Empire! Another round of debate broke out in the audience. "The item is the Raging Bull Horn, a piece of entertainment that can have an effect on a person's mind simply by hearing its sound. Anyone can use this horn to send off a mana-based mental wave. It is stated that in the past, a general utilized this horn to save his faction and tremendously boost the morale of his warriors, causing the opponent to lose the fight."

she whispered. A low growl answered her question, coming from ahead. The growl grew louder, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. Olivia’s breath hitched as a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. “It seems they’ve planned for more than just men,” Victor whispered, with a smirk on his lips. The creature stepped into the light; a massive wolfhound with black fur and bared fangs, its eyes fixed on them. Olivia’s fingers tightened around her gun as fear passed through her.

Terrified. She screamed. She fell unconscious as she saw the unfamiliar figure with fresh blood on the corners of his lips, the color of his eyes was completely black. The man has two horns that adorn the right and left above his head, not very visible but enough to attract attention. How can a siren creature have horns like the horns of a demon? And that scary face managed to make Marion so shocked that she lost consciousness.

Krymath stepped closer, his massive wings dragging through the ground, creating a scary noise. The monstrous creature lowered its massive head, sniffing the potion with cautious curiosity. A low grunt rumbled from its throat before it dipped down and began to drink. Violet stood frozen and watched every movement without so much as a flinch. The seconds seemed to have stretched into hours. His horn appeared to be sharper than a jagged knife. Each shiny scale along his spine looked forged for bloodshed, shield, and weapon in one. But none of it rivaled the menace of his fangs—long, curved, and made solely for tearing. He was designed to kill.

His red eyes on his dark face looked truly intimidating. The most eye-catching aspect of his appearance was his horns that extended out from the back of his neck. Not just one, but 3 curvy horns extending out in a sequential height ranging from 1 cm to 5 cm. His lip was much thinner. He stood straight on two legs as he looked quite similar to a human being, except for some aspects. The moment Creed spotted those horns, he gulped a mouthful of saliva. He now understood why these rescue bots hesitating to come closer to the building. The bots were built to recognize ill-intent and hostility. There w