Karkat Horns Novels & Stories

And it would consume them all. And then, a new sound broke the silence. It was not a roar or a chant. It was the sound of a single, clear, pure note. A note that was not of this world. A note that was not of magic or of chaos, but of life. It was the sound of a horn. The war horn of the Trident Guild.

The horn on his head was especially eye-catching, too, being black and shiny. It was indeed… special. He recorded a video of himself breaking a tall tree with one powerful punch. His horn was quite sharp and tough—he proved this by using a cutting machine. Someone commented under the video, [You just have one horn. So you’re technically unrelated to the Bull Demon King, right?] Wilbert replied, [Who said the king was a bull with two horns? I’m much stronger than bulls with two horns, you know? I’m probably the Rhino Demon King!]

Ten centimeters in length, no less, and even slightly bent back! - What did you do to me, huh? Almost crying, I yelled. - Now I ... I ... yes, now I look like a goat! Horned! And this bastard stands and neighs over me: - Yeah, a horned goat is coming - gore, gore. She attacked him again with her fists, trying to hit this insensitive chump more painfully. No, why is he teasing? I have horned grief, and he laughs. - I'll kill you. I'll kill you! I shout at Dakhar.

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.

He was hunting. And somewhere beyond the fortress walls, a horn sounded again..different this time. Long. Low. Answering.

It also had four white horns, which were seven inches long, and affixed on their bases to each corner. The horns were curved, with their points facing the centre of the altar. Timmy’s invisible double trembled as he sat on a chair inside the marine sphere, lost in deep thought. He didn’t mind the slithering king cobra head behind him, which seemed to like his black suit.

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.

I doubt they revered him as an ally. Rohan didn’t bark or growl again. He didn’t have to. I crouched beside Ali watching it all play out, knowing exactly what I had to do. Things had gotten as mad as they could — and even worse than that. ‘The moons don't make this easy, do they?’ I mused internally. Thinking of all the ways we could slip out of this predicament unscathed. This was the moment to act. I reached into my side pouch and pulled out the horn. A smooth obsidian shape, carved with all the ingenuity of Moonskin craftsmen.

The horn sounded again, it was much more closer this time and clearer. Kael's eyes immediately turned dark, his once adorable silver eyes turned dark exposing the light shown in between them. "It's a war horn." Kael said. Barely before he finished speaking, another sound followed, then lots of footsteps were heard. It headed for the outpost. Just then they realized that they weren't alone anymore, people were here to find them....