Karkat Horns Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Matthias blinked. “Did…” “…did he just wag his tail?” One of the younger Wardens laughed nervously. “I think he did.” Rowan grinned. “Don’t ruin his reputation.” For the first time all evening, even Elias smiled. The moment lasted only seconds. Because somewhere beyond the trees… A horn sounded. Low. Ancient. Not made of metal. Bone. Every smile vanished. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “I was afraid of that.” Elias whispered a name so quietly Rowan almost didn’t hear it.

Then came the horn. It was not the high, clear trumpet of a garrison patrol or the sharp chime of the change-of-guard. It was the terrifying, guttural roar of the Vael-Hark—the giant war horn forged from the skull of a subterranean wyrm, mounted on the highest parapet of the Obsidian Spire. The sound filled the mountain, vibrating through stone, iron, and bone. It blown only for two reasons: total war, or the return of the Lycan King.

I look at Lana to see her smiling at me as if encouraging me to do it. “Just- Just think of calling someone for help. Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Like... say, please we need your help and listen to my call. Then you blow that horn.” Lana said as I look at the shell like horn in my hand. I sigh then close my eyes. I clear my thought before I say the words Lana told me to say. Still have my eyes close I begin to blow the horn. I feel strange because I can only hear some gush of wind from the horn I am blowing. I feel weird and want to open my eyes but I remained close eyed. The feeling I am feeling while I am blowing that horn feels so relaxing and calming. As if all my problems ha

Ancient. And then — silence again. Until— they heard a sound. Not from within the hollow, not even near. It was far above, borne on the high winds like a whisper clothed in steel. A horn. It blew once, low and deep. The noise raised the hairs on her arms. Kael jolted upright. Lucian turned from the edge. Serakha stood. The wind, stronger now, poured into the basin and extinguished the fire with a soft hiss. Burning embers died, smoke coiling upward into the black sky.

I screamed and jumped to my feet making the inmates around me laugh hysterically. I stared at the dead rabbit. I’d been so caught up with everything that was going on around me that I hadn’t noticed the male creature occupying the bench. The first thing that got my attention was the horns jutting out from both sides of his head. He had dark silky hair, the color of a Raven, and eyes pitch black. He was handsome beyond words, in fact, I think they must have taken a look at him and invented the word ‘Gorgeous’. The jaw was sculpted and his lips were full, kissable, and promising sin.

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....

I blinked a couple of times, forcing my eyes to focus, and after a bunch of tries, I finally understood what he meant. On his head, Derrick had two horns sticking out. They were black in color, with an outline of bright red light around them. They were slightly curved at the top, like the typical sign of the devil's horn. "You're not able to control it, are you?" Dame asked. I watched as Derrick shook his head. Zin shook his head as Dame sighed. "I will, master, don't worry!" Zin said it out of nowhere. And when I turned to look at Derrick to ask him about it, he just silently watched me.

Inside was a small, black opal stone, its surface shimmering with dark, iridescent colors like petroleum in the light. I couldn’t help but gasp as a soft, glowing horn pulsated as a mark cut deep into the surface. I took it out, held it in my palm, feeling the heat radiating from it. The horn was like a beating heart, warm to the touch, and I marveled at how it hadn’t burned through the fabric of the clutch. It felt alive, and its dark, malevolent power coursed through me like electricity. Tethys’s eyes widened with disbelief, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of fear in his gaze.