Karkat Horns Novels & Stories

It seems that the DEOS removed a fraction of their memory about it, thus, they never bother question its appearance. A crisis is approaching their land, as the sound of marching wasp soldiers slowly becomes audible to the Hive. ‘’The wasps never visited us without disturbing the peace in our place. And now, they are going here armed with weapons??’’ PRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPRRRP~ They sounded it, the thundering roar of lavishly decorated walrus horn- a horn specially made by the craftful walruses; that are currently missing along with Aliyon. And by the end long blowing of horn, numbers of fast-moving arrows were shot to them.

The smell of it—hot, metallic, wrong—hit the back of her throat and made her stomach heave. Two massive horns protruded from his skull, black as obsidian, spiralling upward like twisted, demonic antlers. Their tips glowed faintly—red-hot, as if they were forged from molten iron. They hummed with a low, almost inaudible vibration, like blades fresh from the forge, hungry for flesh. His eyes burned. Not gold. Not amber. But a violent, hungry fire. They were pits of molten metal, bright enough that for one dizzying second, she thought she saw shapes moving in them—cities collapsing, forests blazing, stars winking out.

We couldn't defeat this. Even if we killed every soldier outside tonight... another army would eventually replace them. I looked at Kazan. He saw something in my expression. "What?" I couldn't say it. Not yet. "Nothing." "Kate." "Later." His eyes narrowed. Before he could push, a sound rolled through the mountain. Not an explosion. A horn. Low. Ancient. Terrifying. Sam's face drained of color. "No." Kazan slowly stood. "What is it?"

"We're just here to make them think we're stupid enough to try." Garick stopped at the edge of the rocky plateau, exactly three hundred paces from the boundary of the ward—just out of range of the standard elven glass-tipped ballistas mounted on the high walls. He lifted his massive, clawed hand, and the three hundred wolves behind him halted in perfect unison, the sudden silence of the army more terrifying than their approach. "Sound the horns," Garick commanded. From the second row of the vanguard, six massive Lycan warriors stepped forward, lifting the long, curved war horns of the highland pack to their lips. They took a deep, collective breath and blew.

Karsh said loudly, "Move based on what we planned! Remember, before we attack, don't let yourselves be seen. The moment you notice anything, send out a message!" All of the beasts answered at the same time, "We will follow the orders of the great leader!" Forty-something beasts left, leaving five behind. Karsh had a long body. Its upper half looked more or less like a human, while the lower half of its body looked like an incredibly big praying mantis. It frowned, looking in the direction where Fane's group had gathered, not saying a thing.

A loud, guttural, low-frequency blare violently rattled the reinforced glass windows and vibrated right through the heavy floorboards, instantly shattering the suffocating, erotic bubble we were trapped in. We both froze, our chests heaving as our eyes locked in mutual, paralyzing shock. The sound didn't stop. It was a rising, terrifying roar that echoed across the entire Shadow Vanguard estate, bouncing violently off the jagged mountain peaks. It was a sound I recognized with chilling clarity from my youth in the Blood Moon territory. "The war horn," Kaelen muttered. His voice instantly dropped all trace of primal arousal, his lethal, deeply ingrained military instincts violently overriding

The boys arrived at the border after dusk. The rhinoceros beast, or rather, the Jagged Horn Beasts, took a lot more time than the usual monsters for them to handle. It wasn’t because of the Jaggedhorns only, but rather, the distractions from the Moostets. These furry and bigger sized meerkat like creatures were hopping around everywhere, trying to distract Jai and Darrion from the charging Jaggedhorns.

A horn cuts the air from the outer wall. It isn’t the kitchen bell or the council signal. It carries through stone with a depth that moves people before they name it and the room pauses long enough to hear the next note. A second horn answers, closer, sharper and boots strike the corridor beyond the door. Marek’s already giving orders. “Salt down, buckets up and runners to the west yard. Bread for the watch. Hara, keep the pot high, Kai, with me.” He looks at me and doesn’t need to add a word. I’m already lifting the nearest basket. The air tastes different, faint smoke under the heat of the ovens. Joren grabs the other handle without waiting.

After what seemed like forever under his crushing weight, he propped himself up on his hands, staring down at me with wide, sated eyes. One of his fingertips brushed my hair from my face. Unusual warmth resonated in those honey depths I could never truly see in his human skin. He would have never let me in before. His glossy black hair hung past his shoulders, curved horns extending from between locks of hair. I reached up, caressing his horns, somewhat surprised he was letting me touch them. A beautiful shade of burnt umber. Unique patterns that looked more like carvings on stone than the natural groove of keratin rippling a ram's horns.

kind of look Theo watched as Zarnak stirred on his feets, forming a sly smile, Zarnak flunged his eyes open and a great energy radiated from his wrist spreading through his body His eyes glowed Red as intense heat filled the cave, Zarnak leaped towards a Rock and phased through it, the latter held his mouth as he saw Zarnak in a compromise position…… DEWOK KINGDOM THERAK PALACE Darkness lurks round Therak palace revealing two huge creatures which had horns that burned with red flames, they also had long claws and fangs as their body burned with green fire Therak formed an evil grin as this huge creatures stood before him, he clicked his finger and stirred on his feets