Sans Head Novels & Stories

“We have been waiting for you. From this day on, you are a full member of our gang.” He handed me a new headband with Kung-Fu printed in Chinese on the front. I took it. I didn’t say a word. I took a pill and decided then and there I was going to do something. Not for just him but for all of them. A plan hatched in my head and there was no turning back after that.

muttered Hauk as he nodded at the boy. Gerald, however, had his eyes glued on the coffin… for there was a pair of legs sticking out of it! To everyone’s horror, an ironclad corpse then slowly began getting out of the coffin…! Though the large sword in its hand was scary, the fact that the corpse was headless made the situation all the more terrifying! The headless general was now standing before them! The headless general reeked of devilish aura, and now that it was awake, the surrounding temperature instantly plummeted.

he gave me a lackadaisical response, not even flinching. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and looked at him. “Why are their heads there? Where are their lower bodies?!” “Isn’t this self-explanatory? They’ve had their head on public display! And what about their lower body? Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of them appropriately.” I no longer replied to what he said. If that’s the head of those who were beheaded, it signifies... “After a horrific night today, we’ll add your head to the collection and set it on the chair in the movie theater,” Adrastos stated one by one before chuckling shamefully at me.

Aric’s face remained unreadable. I rubbed my temple, fighting the headache pressing against my skull. “Bane has a point,” I muttered. Aric remained silent after that, though something unreadable flickered briefly across his expression. Bane exhaled slowly before adding the next part. “There’s more.” I looked up at him. “Their heads were severed.” “What?” Aric and I snapped. I stood on my feet. “Their heads were taken away?” Bane nodded grimly. The office became deathly silent. Beheading was not ordinary murder. This was worse than I thought it would be. Especially now it involved the Harlows.

The disciples and the Elders looked at one another wondering if the Clan Head have gone insane because of being beaten. "Is he alright? why is he laughing like someone who has gone insane?" one of the disciples questioned with a little voice. "I don't think so, something is wrong" He barely finished the statement, when two men in robes, flew over and landed beside the Head of the Clan. One of them helped him up "what are you doing?" an Elder roared fearlessly. But he felt a tingling pain around his neck, before he could regain his senses, his head rolled off, and he collapsed and died on the spot.

HENRY'S POV I woke up with a throbbing headache, gosh why does my head hurts so much I turned around and saw xandra standing in front of the door "hey xandra, gosh am having headache" I said to her as she sigh "it's called a hangover OK, you have a f*cking hang over" she said angrily as she came in Why is she angry, what's wrong with her? What have I done wrong "xandra what's wrong? Is there a problem?" I asked her

I say to her when she scrambles away, shaking her head. “I can’t be. I don’t have …” Her back bows and bones snap. She screams out to the heavens when her head snaps forward and her eyes glow. “Hello mate!” Celeste!

"Cute? Look at her waist—there's extra flesh. She doesn't hold a candle to you." "Don't say that. She's still your sister." "I only have one sister—that's you, Crystal," he said without hesitation. Their back-and-forth felt rehearsed, and Clement, growing too confident, stumbled and spilled his wine all over my chest. "Sorry! I didn't mean to." He'd been holding a grudge ever since I'd blocked a major order for the Paynes worth millions. I smiled coldly, lifted my rhinestone-studded handbag, and swung it at Clement's face, leaving scratches across his cheek.

I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. Without hesitation, Alex lifted his arm that held the blade and swung it down severing Amaro’s head from his body. His head dropped down to the floor and rolled into the plastic container that had been set up ready for it. His headless body trembled for a few seconds and a massive flow of blood shot out from his headless neck.

Only, the face was obviously a man's. The eyes held a depth of hostility and the area between the brows held a deep frown that made her knees weak. Joan's breath caught in her throat, a scream trapped in her chest. She didn't know how she was still holding on to the head because in her mind, she had dropped it already. The headless man snatched the head from her hand with a swiftness that left Joan breathless. She watched in horrified fascination as he placed it on his neck and the two separate entities fused together right before her eyes. It was as if time itself rewound, stitching the man back together with an eerie precision.