Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

Marcus flared his nose as the smell of dry blood hit his nose, he spared Reagan a glance as they both exchanged looks before a deadly smile curled up his lips. Entering into a small cavity shaped in skull form, he nods his head as he slowly glances around. A huge cranium is carved on the wall, it is so huge that if not mentally strong it can send a dangerous chill down the spine, a throne decorated with silvers was used in designing it with a vast mirror hanging on the wall beside the shaped skull. The place seems scary and dangerous, it irks evil but none of it frightened Marcus or Reagan. "Where is she?" He asked all of a sudden startling Ariana after some hours of silence.

"Zack, if this hunk of scrap metal doesn't hold pressure, I’m going to personally make sure you’re the first thing that hits the vacuum. Does it seal or not?" Victor’s voice was a low growl, vibrating through the cramped, oil-slicked hangar. He stood beneath the massive, bulbous hull of the Iron Ark, his knuckles split and bleeding from a twelve-hour shift of manual welding. The ship was a monster—a stitched-together Frankenstein of scavenged High Human bunkers and the skeletal remains of the Air-Fortress. It smelled of scorched wiring and recycled air.

He sensed a very strange aura on the other side of this ‘end’. “Is there something fishy going on here?” Andrius tried to punch the wall of the cave. Crash! In an instant, the wall which was about a foot thick shattered into countless fragments, falling to the ground. There was indeed something else there. Andrius instinctively passed through the hole and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he was deeply shocked. He saw a huge skull! The skull’s size far exceeded Andrius’ imagination. It was almost larger than any living creature he had ever seen. Just lying there, it was several stories tall. One could only imagine how huge its entire body was.

I walked to the far side of the room, where King Arkhavel stood with three of his men. “Go ahead.” The king said to me, I walked across the room and stepped in front of him, up close, the damage was more visible. There was a deep gash along his left ribs, it was professionally done, precise enough that it bled steadily without hitting anything vital. Both sides of his face were swollen, one eye partially closed. His knuckles were split open, seems like he fought before they got him fully bound. His eyes were still clear, that was the problem with men like Ischavor. You could damage the body all you wanted, but you could still see their souls behind there eyes.

"This is a sketch artist. I need you to describe that arcane seeker you saw." Corvina was about to claim she couldn't remember, but Aria continued, "If you say you can't recall how they look, my promises to you won't mean anything either. Take her away and lock her up." Corvina panicked. "Wait! I'll tell you. Let me think... The arcane seeker was very old." "What else?" The sketch artist had already prepared paper and pencil. "There were lots of wrinkles on his face. When you got close to him, there was this awful smell, like something rotting.

“Now that Hank's gone, it's rare. We don't have to lose anyone else. If there are other people around, let them know and you'll have to counterattack. And Strybjorn had Haakon Ragnar in charge. "Yeah, that's the best, that's okay." Grim Skull murmured. Ragnar started to advance, but Khel pushed him back. He noticed that the hawk's head was shaking imperceptibly. His anger slowly subsided. Kjell's words seemed to remind him of Strybjorn. He didn't lose another warrior when he became leader, especially when he killed him. He found the idea fun and relaxing. He contented himself with a crazed smile at the Grim Skull. Sven and Strybjorn tied the body to a pole and took it to Russia. Ragnard was

Lavanya muttered, “I think I saw Warrick Aeron, Melonie's father. That was Warrick, right?” Bruno nodded, “You are right, he resurrected when Arwan was brought back to life.” “Such a messed up family with Crazy, wild animals,” Clara whispered. “I can't believe I'm Still alive, Alastor's eyes were enough to paralyze me. The way he was staring at us like a full meal sent shivers down my spine.” “I was simply pretending to be fine,” Lavanya blurted out, “Deep down, I already fainted.”

The once-familiar space now seemed foreign, a relic of a bygone era. My gaze shifted to the mounted head of a wolf, its glassy eyes seeming to stare into the soul. I'd return to it in a moment, but for now, my attention was drawn to the adjacent shelf. The hair on the human skulls had long since dried out, a grim reminder of the lives I played with. Among them, one skull stood out - the remains of the man who had been the mastermind behind it all.

Red liquid drops off them and they settle on the bottom of the socket. I step back and grab the mattock. I pry some stone away from the clavicle, a cracked scapula and the tops of the humerus. They were abnormally small in comparison to the skull, as though the head had grown, but the body had remained the size of a toddler’s. The bones had scratches all over them, indicating the marks of trauma. I retch and swallow the taste of vomit. “Rita?” Boris calls from the other side of the safety tape.

Owen panicked even more when what they thought was human bones floated for a while, even filling the hole. A human skull floated and carried by the water until it touched Owen's stomach. Hesitating, Owen grabbed the skull and lifted it up to confirm that the object in his hand was a human body buried in the hole. "Aaaggghhh ..." ***