Village Head's Debauchery Novels & Stories

"That is true. Right now, the people are blinded by rage. Their perspective is that a Witch had killed a beloved Village Head." "How can you support this?" A man flew up to his feet. "This is wrong. He was abusing his daughter! Where is Justice?" "I agree it is sad and justice should be served." Head Zeppus shrugged. "Really, really sad." He sighed. "Honestly, the whole situation pains my heart. But think about this, what if we tell the truth and the King starts interrogating us to see if we are worthy Village Heads? Do you want us to be the one standing trail next to the witches?"

It was the demon's brides. When he had been young, the village chief, together with other well-bodied men, would grab the bodies and place them in proper burial places. Now that he was older, it seemed like they had just grown tired. Now, as Fyn stood straighter, he followed the line of the river until he reached the end.

“Have some compassion, I beg you! Don’t make my children into orphans!” Ijumped off my horse, threw Tom the reins, and pulled the man from the ground by his collar. “Shut your mouth.” “Ma-a-aster...” Judging by the horror on his face, the nobles had been terrorizing that place. What were they doing? Killing half the village and raping the other? “Do you know if I could buy some milk around here?” It took a few minutes for the villager to grasp my words, after which he started to nod aggressively.

Next, he used his hand to straighten his head a few times before he finally got it right. “How is it, Master? Does that village happen to be Springwell Village?” “Are Juan Yates and others hiding there?” One of the shamans asked at once. That shaman looked exasperated and cursed, “Damn it! I have practiced this Tame Head Spell for my entire life, and I thought it should be able to work out today, but I never expect to be made fun of by a few children. Those brats. Before I was able to fly into the village, I was knocked down by those little kids with stones.”

He touched a polkadotted, short stick to her head and jumped back, chanting incantations. 'Èèwọ̀! Abomination!' he shouted. 'What? What is it?' an annoyed baale tsked. The man was getting tired of sitting down there and watching them do the unnecessary, but he couldn't fully interfere in the decisions of the elders. His power didn't cover that. True he was the head of the village, but matters that didn't have to do with running the government of public policies and affairs were beyond his pale. 'This child is not only possessed but also an initiate in a dark circle.'

10 months ago Eyrotia King Barigo of Eyrotia stood a head taller than the whole village. His shiny bald head gleamed under the hot sun that was common to the Northern parts of the world. The ritual of purification for his now pregnant wife was underway and the villagers in their cloth of animal fur and tanned leather danced around the village seer who stood in the middle of the square with a gourd of fire in one hand and staff on the other.

"Go... continue your... I mean your friend's story." I sighed and I continue the story. "When she woke up and realize everything that happened, she decided to forget everything and just continue with her plans. She will just quietly solve her stupid mistakes when the time comes. But then she met the guy again and that guy keeps on calling her wife and acting like a real husband." "Well, technically he is the real husband of your friend." Mara butted in. "Yes. But it only happen because my friend is drunk and she is not in her right mind to make a decision."

Wilson shook his head as he thought back to the story behind this war. Their home was actually a small village when compared to the other places they had heard of, but it was way more abundant. They literally had everything they would need to live a fulfilled life. So much that they never had to enter into trade with any village or kingdom. Then, one fateful day, their chief broke an ancient law that had been passed down for generations and married a foreigner that had strayed into their village and that was when things became rough. His advisors and elders did their best to make him see reason why he should not take such massive risks but their beloved chief was already blinded by love.

After all kindness is dealt with kindness and evil with evil. Duncan entered the house with a sullen face. His gaze found the calm Cocoa and felt that he strangle her to death. There is nothing good about her than giving him trouble after trouble. Wasn't marrying a wealth man obediently enough. Why do they have to go through this headaches. The fact that the village authorities came looking for him made him loose face. He had been a good citizen according to him. But because of that unfilal child, he was going to be questioned. How embrassing! Now he will be the talk of the village again. He was sure that those fellow alcoholics will never let him go.

Octopus Head had cut off one of his own tentacles, handing it toward us with its other tentacles. "Apology. Eat." The still-writhing, bloodied tentacle made Anna and the others retch instantly. At that moment, the village chief took out a handbook bound in human skin, with the words Villager's Code of Conduct written in blood. He smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Once you've eaten your fill, you can learn about the rules in our humble village."