Sans Head Novels & Stories

Nicholas looks like he’s been through a blender. His usually perfectly coiffed hair is a nest of dark tangles, and he’s wearing his sunglasses indoors, which is never a good sign. He sheepishly reaches out to take the keys, his hand trembling just enough for the metal to jingle. "God, Sydney," he groans, pressing his free hand against his temple as if he’s trying to keep his brain from leaking out of his ears. "My head is literally killing me. I think I can hear the sun. Why is it so loud?"

This hit the wild monster squarely on the chin and his head was decapitated like smashed orange fruit for a juice drink in an afternoon picnic. The headless old grandfather staggered but within a blink of the incident the head was instantly reformed. He was like an undying monster that whatever you do just won't die and instead keeps on attacking as it gets enraged. With the fatal combination of the couple, they seemed completely unstoppable like a force of nature that just can't be stopped. Amidst it all the man was unperturbed and stood his ground like the final boss that he is. 1 day 25 days 1 month 6 months

Franz leaps to the top of its head and summons a big blue snake from his sword. Alfi then beheads its head with Tipit, but suddenly it regrows its head and multiple it into 2 heads. One head bolts to Alfi, and another head bolts to Katon. Seeing that, Varz swiftly blocked the head with both of his swords, and on the other hand, Katon managed to block it with his iron staff. “What the hell?!” Alfi is shocked seeing it. “Alfi! Go! Let me take care of this shitty snake!” Varz swiftly slices up that snakehead.

He twisted the cap off and proceeded to fill up each of our shot glasses. Neal was getting more and more agitated with the collar of his Dr. Strange cape. It seemed to be obscuring his view from left to right and causing him to fidget more than he usually would. The only costume item that he didn’t need was the set of prominent eyebrows that came with the suit. Neal had a perfectly good bushy pair of his own that were always fixed into a permanent scowl.

the man said and they both turned back to take a look at him and said. " you wanna know ?" the said with evil grins on their faces. The man charged charged at them but as soon as he was just 5 steps away his head suddenly got severed and his body fell to the floor and skidded the rest of the way his body twitched for a while before stopping. " seriously that's it ? you just die without your heads ? how boring Terry you take care of the rest but leave one alive so I can ask a few questions" Jack said as he shook some blood of his hands and continued sipping his drink .

Voice steady even though my heart is racing. "Doesn't matter. You'll be dead before you can do anything about it." The other rogues laugh. Circling closer. Camila is shaking behind me. "Rhea—" "I know. Just—stay close." The lead rogue tilts his head. "You planning to fight? You're what—human? No scent means no wolf. You can't possibly think—" "I think you talk too much." His smile fades. "Brave. Stupid. But brave."

I file every scrap away. “If it’s one of us,” the big one says. His mask is different, thicker, carved, with sharp horns curving up like some kind of crown. They call him the Headmaster. When he speaks, the whole room feels smaller. “Why the hell would any of us sell ourselves out?” another voice cuts in. “We all sink if this blows up.” The Headmaster doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. “Then it’s one of the newest members,”

" Ding Hao ran the Mind Essential to keep his mind clear and calm. He then quickly walked into the world of corpses and a sea of blood. Suddenly— "Give me my head back..." With a shrill shout, a headless body on the ground suddenly jumped up without warning and pounced on Ding Hao.

She looked independent, unbothered, and purposeful — everything Timtim longed to feel one day. Sana’s eyes burned when they landed on Timtim her mangalsutra the vermillion on the partition of her hair was declaration of who she belongs to. “Good morning I am Sir's P.A...Sana mallik,” she said gently, taking in her simple attire. There was no attempt at glamour — just a plain saree, loosely draped, and minimal accessories. And yet, there was something innocent and pure in Timtim’s appearance that made Sana smile. Timtim felt her pulse quicken. She had expected judgment, curiosity, maybe even thinly veiled admiration. But instead, she felt an odd sense of ease. “Good morning, Sana” she replied

I deeply wanted to enter and comfort him, but I ignored it and walked through my door. A few days passed since I had last spoken with Aspen, I haven't seen him around the castle since then and every night I hear crashes in his room. Today Aspen's best friend Jason had a great idea for us to play capture the flag, so here I am getting ready for that. I put on a black crop top that had the words 'Adidas' written across it in white with black Adidas shorts, paired with Nike running shoes. Oh, shut up, I know what you're thinking, "why does she not wear Adidas sneakers as well" and my answer is well that would be crazy. I tied my hair into a high pony tail making sure to get every single stand i