Karkat Horns Novels & Stories

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.

Back in the Dark Moon Pack, inside the Dark knight inn, where black furry was still recuperating his used up energies. The atmosphere of the room darkened as a Force energy was created. The little beast floated in the air and was surrounded by black smoke. A crack sound was made before everything suddenly went silent. A tall handsome guy, with pointy long pierced ears, and two horns attached in his head stood. His dark golden eyes stared at the surroundings with disgust. Suddenly his neck slightly turned and his eyes shut…. In no time, the horns vanished. Same with his long dark nails.

The light went out — not suddenly, but as if the world itself took a slow, shuddering breath before forgetting how to exhale. When sight returned, it came fractured — flashes of silver and black, fire and mirror, faces illuminated by the glow of something that was no longer the sun. Kael was the first to move. His voice, hoarse but commanding, broke through the stunned silence. “Sound the call! Now!” The old horn — once used only to summon the council during war — rose from the rubble, its tone warped and mournful as it rolled across the mountains. The sound trembled as though even the air resisted its purpose, echoing through both worlds at once.

It grazed nearby, grunting as it chewed, its enormous bulk framed by jagged horns jutting out from every part of its body. But the main horn—the one on its forehead—was different. It glowed faintly pinkish-red; grooves were carved along its length. The carvings looked deliberate, designed almost like grips for human hands. And that wasn’t all. There was a saddle strapped to its back. Someone owned this thing. But where was the rider? Chevonne gave me a look, then she gestured for me to watch carefully. She whispered something to Lucky Kid, who nodded—perhaps a little too eagerly—and stepped out of hiding.

Samuel looked over and saw that the general was blowing hard with something as big as a horn. The thing suddenly let out a deep flute-like sound. "You don't have to be nervous, Sir. This is the horn of a special animal in the desert. Only when this horn rises will the Desert City open." The young master explained with a smile. Boom! Sure enough, as the horn was over, a huge door that was a hundred meters wide slowly opened in the gray city wall in the distance.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

Like them, he, too, had wings—huge, leathery, and black as night. Unlike them, Ethan had horns. As black as his wings, they sprouted from his hairline and wrapped back around his head like a crown before the tips curled upward, ending in sharp points. Visions of holding onto them while he licked between her legs had her cheeks heating and her thighs clenching.

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.

There was no mistaking; it was the sound of a horn. As it rang up, Robert and Caine looked over to their left. The sound of the horn was originating about a hundred yards away, from the hills skirting the mountains surrounding the Citadel. Caine took a step back in intimidation. “Oh, no,” he muttered, a look of genuine fear on his face. Robert could sense his fear as they stared outward. “What?” He slowly began to panic. “What is it?!” Amidst the crowd of Ravennites and Domineers inside the walls, Matheus stared toward the sound of the horn. His eyes were wide as he gazed on with a look of exuberance. “I know that horn!” he gasped.

Hank asks with a smile, looking at her profile. - Do you want to check it out? she drawls in an unexpectedly low, chesty voice, turning her head to look into his eyes. “Do you know that in order to transform a kitsune, you need the parietal bone of the person into whom it is going to spread?” “I guess I don't want to know exactly how you got it,” Hank laughs. Keith stares at him in such a way that he, finally embarrassed, says: “Your eyes look like that now… Damn, my palms are sweaty.” If you're going to eat me, please do it quickly. And not to hurt too much.