Horns Novels & Stories

"Behind you Ri," I yell to Orion and he sees a little too late. The tiny creature jumps on his back and he fumbles back. "What the hell?" he says stumbling back as the thing covers his eyes with its claws. "Zel get this thing off me!" "Okay just remain calm remember our training." "I'm calm, I'm calm but I would appreciate it if you could get this thing off my back." We are surrounded by creatures that look like mini demons. They have long horns that curl at the tips and wings on their backs. Their bodies look like it's made out of ash. Their eyes are huge glowing red orbs that are bulging out of their heads.

said Kaptan before attacking me head on. He went straight for one of my horns at the front. With the use of his bare hands, he forcefully pulled it until the base cracked and he successfully broke it. I screamed and recoiled in agony as he casually threw the broken horn aside. I didn’t even have the chance to touch any part of his body so they would rot away.

Luckily they are all rank 2. Corpses kept on accumulating on the path he was treading on and red blood kept on flowing on the river at the center of the valley. At some point, an imponent figure appeared in front of her. Its body was eighteen meters long and four meters thick, it had three horns on its head and from its fangs was dripping a violet dense liquid. 'Rank 3 Horned snake!' Behind it, a handful of rank 2 horned snakes were coiled together looking in her direction.

We dive aside, the shield absorbing the scattered debris that follows. Then—impact. My boots slam against solid bone. We’re on his head. The horn towers over us, as tall as Phineas and Elio combined. A rune flares to life across its surface, glowing like molten gold seared into black stone. Aithon lets out a scream so loud it vibrates the air, his massive body jerking as if struck. For the first time, he slows. But only for a heartbeat. He thrashes violently, shaking his massive frame. Phineas stumbles, reaching out to steady himself on the horn. His palm meets the burning surface—his scream pierces the air as his skin sizzles.

AURORA The horn echoed across the Hollow Lands. The sound was unlike anything I had ever heard before. It wasn't loud in the traditional sense. It didn't shake the ground or split the sky. Instead, it seemed to vibrate inside my chest. It sounded deep, ancient, and wrong. The moment it sounded, every horse behind us reacted. Several reared violently. One nearly threw its rider. Even the wolves looked unsettled. The woman standing across the border had gone completely still.

Fern The horns at Blackmoor’s gate sound different from the war horns. They are shorter this time. Like they are uncertain. It isn’t an alarm, but it isn’t welcome either. It is somewhere in between. I look up from the reports scattered across the Luna office desk. Mara is halfway through telling me about supply shortages when the horn sounds again. Three short blasts, then silence. “That’s not a patrol return,” Mara says quietly. “No,” I agree.

He leaned down and licked the honey off my breasts, slowly and sinfully, while his erection brushed against my cheek, demanding attention. He moved further down, licking a trail along my stomach. “We have all day,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “All the time in the world to explore each other. Just wait for me.” Then he kissed me again, slow and deep, tasting of honey and something darker. His scent enveloped me, a mixture of sweat, cologne, and raw masculinity. It made my head spin. When his lips devoured mine, I lost all sense of place. I reached for his hair, but he caught my wrists midair and pinned them down again with ease.

"Finally." He crossed to the shelf and lifted a hunting horn, old and cracked, its brass tarnished with age. He had not sounded it in nearly two decades. He walked to the door and pushed it open. The cold night air rushed in, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. He raised the horn to his lips and blew. The sound rolled through the mountains like thunder. For a moment, there was only silence. Then, wolves burst from the tree line. Dozens of them. Their fur was ragged and matted, their eyes gleaming with hunger and desperation, rogues. They moved as a single, snarling tide, their jaws already dripping with spite.

What made them stand out was the colour of their horns and the number. The guard on the left had five horns. Each horn was grey in colour, and they towered into the sky like they were antennas. His eyes were the same colour, giving him an eerie appearance. His long black hair jetted downwards towards his waist in an attempt to hide the large sickle strapped to his back. He was built like a Mr. Olympia, for even his heavy armour could not hide his hulking frame.

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.