Horns Novels & Stories

I only looked back up when I knew they were fully changed. Treddian was an enormous Golden Draygon. Beautiful and vibrant, his head sprouted two horns that bent slightly backward but ended with two extremely sharp-looking tips. His back was relatively free of spikes until the very tip of his tail held one deadly-looking spike. I couldn't remember seeing anything like that on Tohr and made a mental note to ask about it.

The animal's horn was far longer than Fenryn thought it should be. The one Lynnette had shown him had been short and quite thick, but the one he saw now was long and slender. It had a strange tint to it, that reminded Fenryn of a pearl or a white seashell. Then there was the smell of the unicorn. It was unlike anything he had smelt before. Fenryn loved his horses, the smell of hay in the stables, or the smell just after wallowing in the dust or grass. The unicorn, however, had a good smell but he could not place it. Maybe it was the fact that the air was full of springtime scents, but it almost seemed as if spring itself was coming from the unicorn. It drove Fenryn mad trying to place the sm

On that soft looking hair lay a pair of silver horns Wait...horns? She looked closely as another lightning flashed. as realistic as they looked the first time, she knew about those pointy things were indeed horns Fear crept through every fibre of her being. This wasn't a man... " you....your..your n..not a person" The person's expression didn't change, Though his sharp red eyes narrowed dangerously haha just like the way a tiger would look at a prey before passing on it " did you just notice" Before her eyes an awfully sharp looking dagger appeared seemingly out of nowhere in the person's hand. I

I blinked a couple of times, forcing my eyes to focus, and after a bunch of tries, I finally understood what he meant. On his head, Derrick had two horns sticking out. They were black in color, with an outline of bright red light around them. They were slightly curved at the top, like the typical sign of the devil's horn. "You're not able to control it, are you?" Dame asked. I watched as Derrick shook his head. Zin shook his head as Dame sighed. "I will, master, don't worry!" Zin said it out of nowhere. And when I turned to look at Derrick to ask him about it, he just silently watched me.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

Its lifeless body collapsed to the ground, blood soaking into the earth and painting the ground a deep crimson. Chase smirked as he licked his lips while gazing at the fallen beast. "Such potent blood… It's perfect for cultivation." Just as he reached out to extract the monster core, a thunderous roar rumbled through the forest. A towering, one-horned rhinoceros stormed toward him. Its massive frame barreled through trees like twigs. Its gray-white hide gleamed under the light, and a sharp, crescent-shaped horn protruded from its forehead. It looked menacing and deadly.

From her forehead rose spiralled horns, carved in runes, white as bone. She stepped forward. The sand under her paws turned to glass. “Stand up,” she commanded. “You were not born to kneel.” I obeyed, trembling. We stood face to face. Her breath was ember and storm. Our foreheads touched—and the world filled with power, heat, divinity. But my eyes caught on the horns. Curved. Crowned. Wrong. Very wrong—wolves weren’t meant to have horns. “You’re a wolf,” I whispered. “Why do you have horns?”

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.

The guy looked smug and he stared at her like he wanted to devour her. My fists clenched by my sides and all I saw was red. I wanted to rip his head off his neck and fling it to the dogs. My wolf growled so loudly in my chest that it vibrated up my ribs. I almost doubled over from how fast the possessiveness slammed into me. Rora didn’t even look in my direction at first. She was still smiling and from the looks of it, it was genuine. Then she finally glanced up and her eyes met mine.