Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

It took me a long time to get him alone in there, and as soon as I thought about leaving him alone, he would get angry and turn around. "Come on, honey," I said, lowering my head to kiss him on the cheek. "Just for a little while." "Gollum." He turned and licked my chin, shrugged his shoulders, and lay down. "WHOO!" He didn't forget to turn his head to remind me. "Just a minute." "Normal bones, no deformities." "The brain is fully developed, at least for now..." "Huh? What's this?" On the screen, large shadows appear on the back and caudal vertebrae.

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.”

Zahra's POV Dr Jarvis clears his throat lightly, and I turn my attention back to him. “So, your scans show several injuries that are not fully healed. The most noticeable are your cheekbone and some ribs. Your ankle is almost fully repaired, but I’m not happy with the fracture line, and I think we need to keep an eye on it, or maybe pin it to stabilise it until it’s finished. Once your nutrition is back where it should be, I’d hope many of the injuries will be finished off by your wolf, but your cheek and ribs need intervention. You have a bone fragment floating near your eye cavity that’s too close for comfort, and your ribs are not fully connected on one side. With the movement from your b

I moved through the shadows of the cave, my hands glowing with a soft, diagnostic violet light. ​The medical reality of the Seventh Peak was a nightmare of Neural-Friction. ​“Elara, look at his arm,” Aris whispered, pointing to a Sky-Wolf huddled in the corner. ​The warrior's left forearm had been clipped by the rain. It wasn't bleeding, but the skin had turned into a low-resolution grey blur. When I touched it, there was no pulse, no warmth—just a vibration that felt like a numbing electric shock. The "Information" of his arm was being overwritten by the mountain’s default code.

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.

The Lord of Dark had appeared. "Let! Me! Down!" I immediately shouted angrily at Archie. Archie paid no attention, and another thunderstorm descended directly toward The Lord of Dark. It was only then, amidst the thunderstorm, that we discovered the black mist composed its flesh. It was a colossal wolf skeleton, adorned with bits of decaying flesh.

Dax also followed closely, his presence bringing her comfort. The child stirred. Not gently—urgently. “Do you feel it too?” Dax asked. She nodded. “Yes I do. The closer we get, the stronger it becomes.” They eventually reached the center of the abandoned chamber. A single slab of moonstone floated slightly above the ground. In the center of it lay a crack. There lay a skeleton no larger than that of a child's, being preserved by ancient magic. Its skull was crowned. Aria staggered back at the sight before her. Nearly falling.

And then Toki cleaned his search history because if Trasykian cyber security happens to find out some different search engine manipulating their sources, it can be big problem for Kavya. "God, Toki you are so fast!" Kavya mumbled rubbing her eyes, she woke up because she felt something suddenly touched her. She raised her hand and light beams flashed up forming a transparent square board of information. "READING ON SQUARE BOARD" NAME: AARNIK CAVALLI GENDER: MALE AGE: 24 SPECIE: HYBRID TRASYKIAN FATHER: ROBERTO CAVALLI MOTHER: UNKNOWN COUNTINENT: TRASKYA ORGA 1

Holy cow. Venice’s mother slowly turns, showing me a side of her face and had my mouth not been gagged by the hair, I would have cried out. Grinning at me from one side of the woman’s face is a skull. Not an old skull, not a skull that had been abandoned in sandy desert for centuries, but a fresh skull, white and moist, a fresh victim of unspeakable crimes. It is as if Venice’s mother’s head had just been picked clean by a swarm of maggots.