Mask Of The Horned King - Chapter I
#1 of mask of the horned king the first story i upload here in sf, but certainly not the first i've ever written! it's a short introductory chapter to my noir/horror novella, mask of the horned king.
Sephyr's Escape
His muzzle and face were mostly the brighter red of his stripes, with dark red horns. she reached up and grabbed those, then pulled him into her, burying his face in her new breasts.
A Knight With Nyx
“Bored…" muttered Nyx, the large double-wing wyvern lying on his back across the stone floor of the dark cave. “This is bullshit!" He exclaimed. “You know that, right?" He added, turning his head to look at his rider who sat at a makeshift table in his...
Ritual
The azure figure knelt over him, taking the dragons head by both ebony horns and holding it in their lap. "oh ezekiel, you sweet, sweet fool. speakers never pass on, we will be apart for all eternity."
Code of Dishonor: Shadowplay
He started to lose control over his human guise, feeling his black hair bleach out to a ginger orange as three black horns pushed out of his head, rising up above him.
Code of Dishonor: Terror of the Skies
Heavy taloned feet came down into the dirt as the stranger moved around the corner, his black hair turning ginger orange as his mane and horns emerged again, his robe turning into smoke that drifted away. "call out and you shall be answered."
Character summary
Melody nicole shebesta species: wildtouched (great horned owl) significant abilities: perfect healing, shapeshifting (great horned owl anthro and feral only) occupation: multiproficient professional artist age: 25 born of two humans
Gamer Tea 2: Part 1
He offered, as she tried again but overcorrected, pulling back only to drive her other horn through the plaster wall. “whoa, stop!”
Gamer Tea 2: Part 5
You know, to make your flat feet stand up properly," she explained with a horn to horn grin. she used her forepaw to demonstrate how the kobold's foot stood compared to the man's own.
The Teacher's Terror 3
His tendrils pulled back, letting go of the horns, and slowly, juan came up for air.
Part 2: Broken Glass
Looking at his muscular body, she could tell he would have been at ease during basic training, and to qualify as a field medic would mean he had the smarts between his horns.
Paralysis Dragon
Are those . . . horns?' i squeaked through internal whispers, barely managing to echo the words in my thoughts. even my internal monologue was being suppressed; drowned beneath a rushing fear as i dreaded an unnerving question . . . when will it blink?