Horns นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

But it was his eyes—those pitch-black orbs—that held my gaze. They were endless, deep and fathomless, as though no light could ever escape from them. They seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, holding within them centuries of knowledge, cruelty, and an insatiable hunger. Atop his head, two horns curved back from his temples, dark and jagged like twisted obsidian. They were sharp and elegant, a stark contrast to the softness of his features. These horns added an undeniable air of danger to his beauty—reminding anyone who looked at him that he was no mere mortal, but something far older, far more powerful.

Everything about him was impossibly, *achingly* beautiful—until my gaze traveled higher. That was when I saw them. Horns.

Every head turned toward the doors, the sound vibrating through marrow and bone. Selene’s pulse spiked, her breath catching in her throat. The horn was not for ceremony. The horn was for alarm. The trial was interrupted. And the chamber itself seemed to tremble with what waited beyond.

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.

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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.