Karkat Horns Novels & Stories

Every path I followed seemed to lead to another mystery. Kael noticed. "Don't let your mind run ahead of the facts." I looked at him. "What facts do we have?" "Very few." "Exactly." Before either of us could say more, another horn echoed across the valley. This one was deeper than the last. It rolled through the hills like distant thunder. Malach closed his eyes for a brief moment. "That's his war horn." "You've heard it before?" Darius asked. "Once." "And?" Malach opened his eyes again.

He looked at me for a few moments before turning away. “We have waited long enough. Sound the alarm.” He growled. I quickly rose to my feet and ran to the trumpeter. “Now!” I barked. The minotaur-like monster nodded and picked up the giant horn made out of the shell of some large sea creature. The monster blew into it and the entire land seemed to shake under its note. The sound blew through the sky and upwards into the deeper parts of heaven. The monsters roared and cheered. I could see Saltos from here, his shoulders higher than the heads of all those that were around him. He was already several feet taller than we had first emerged from his prison.

Before Kylie and her team’s eyes, the already large Rage Daemon before them grew to twice his size, easily hitting the roof of the cave. His red eyes developed a tinge of black in his pupils and blood streamed down his cheeks from those very eyes. A single large horn grew from the middle of his forward, spanning at least three to four inches! “ROAR”

the Kea says, and I crack my neck as Modok passes me my blade. "Don't make it boring," Nole whispers, and I grin before stepping out in front of the massive audience. It takes me only a second to spot the grotesque beast that smells like rotting death. He is a good size for a Harvest Mangog. I would bet he is around five years old. He looks like he is in his prime age for mating. His horns are probably full and sharp, but I can't see them because he has his back to me. He is probably listening for vibrations right now.

I make my way through the dark and deserted forest. Finally, when I reach the place where Arles brought me yesterday, I wait for the sun to appear out of the horizon. I pull out the horn from my pocket, take a deep breath before putting it against my lips and emptying all the air in my lungs into it. A loud roar ripples through the forest, its source, the Gold Horn. Several birds desert the trees and flood the sky as they fly away. It sounded like a war cry. As the golden rays of the rising sun drowned the mortal realm, I stood still, holding my breath, listening for anything that’d tell me about her arrival.

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."

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.

Kartika then gets up and summons Cakra. “Kartika, the horns are the big deal. If you were not to bounce yourself, your body would have been pierced by his horns.” Cakra said. “I know,” Kartika said. Cakra then summons his gun and shoots Barz. Barz keeps running while avoiding the blue beams which run towards him. When Barz is about to ram her, Kartika exclaims, ”I will not lose!” Suddenly, Barz then gets burnt by a blue beam that struck him in a jiffy. Kartika looks shocked, especially Cakra who realized that he has a bazooka armed on his right shoulder.

He raised the Demon's horn in a two-handed grip and thrusts downward with full force, directed at the deity's forehead. The pointed tip speared through his skin and facial tissue until it reached his skull. He embedded it deep; Sitan's arms flailed, his death throes were violent but he went motionless shortly after. Lukas pulled the horn upwards, Sitan's blood sprayed onto his visor. He stood up and wiped the stain away.

The air exploded. Gasps. Outrage. Shock. Kael roared in fury. “You can’t—!” “I can,” I said, silver light flaring once more. “And I just did.” The ground trembled. Somewhere in the distance, a horn sounded—different from before. Older. The seer’s eyes widened in fear. “That horn…” she whispered. “That’s not a pack.” Ronan turned sharply toward the eastern horizon. “Then what is it?” The seer swallowed.