Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

she asked as she took a walk inside, not wanting to believe there was truly a luxurious bathroom hidden in a rock. “Oh, it's just a little trick. Just a little easy piece of pie” Dakar mumbled and walked in too. The floor was cold, smooth and a little soft under feet that Avril wondered if it was actually rock. She touched the carved out bathtub and stared back at Dakar. “Are you magical?” she questioned with peering eyes “No. I'm a human in a wolf suit. Totally ordinary”

In the box, there was a piece of backbone-like bone. However, this bone was not white, but blue and transparent. Carson Montgomery looked at the skeleton with excitement in his eyes. The second cultivator took out an object wrapped in green leaves. This leaf was as huge as a banana leaf, so the object wrapped around it was about the size of an adult's head. This cultivator slowly opened the leaves. An orange skull suddenly appeared in front of Carson Montgomery. It looked like a human skull, but there was a pair of curved horns on both sides of the forehead, and the mouth was bigger than a human's.

Duke brought the van to a halt and scanned the area "It seems quiet enough" "Where is the skull situated?" Danté asked. "Caves department, apparently they found Mrs Ples in the Sterkfontein cave system" "Why did they call a skull Mrs Ples?" Duke asked as they climbed out. "I'm not sure if I remember it correctly but Ples is the oldest known human skull on the African continent" Liam said. As they approached the back of the museum Danté felt an evil force approaching, he looked into the sky assessing it, hate, vengeance, pain... This being was filled with rage and is out for blood.

I googled anything related to skulls online but couldn’t find anything relevant. I had no idea who this guy was. But when I noticed him in the bar, I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. With fair skin that reminded me of snow and blue eyes like the Arctic Sea, he was a pretty man on a rugged frame. He was ripped and lean with muscle, all the striations in his forearms noticeable with the slight movements he made. His forearms and neck were corded, a man so tight that even his veins protruded through the skin.

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.

' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine. 'The rest of her skeleton is there, but her skull is missing. ' My heart beat skyrocketed and my hands became sweaty. That was not good at all, that skull obviously represented something. For someone to go through such an extend to retrieve bones? it must have been one hell of an important object to them. I remembered coming across a drawing in my mothers journal.

I’ll knock sense into their head this time. The current scene had already reached the head of Zuotia, and is now taking an action. ------ Heights above the ground where Aracel makes a home, someone walks while uttering unknown words. His skin is as fair as Lux fierre, with a lengthy hair that shines like a valuable treasure. But his most notable characteristic is the glowing mark right on his forehead.

Only Darrel seemed to withstand with any fortitude he had recovered enough to equip himself against the unleashed anarchy. But they all went pleasantly silent in startled fear when the screeching winds slowed down and the actinic downpour stopped. Because there, newly arisen from the Eldritch maelstrom, towered my two preferred children. Their monstrously muscled physiques dwarf all around them, Skarrgavar and Ulkarn stared blankly around at the tiny resistance. Each thrice as wide across the chest and shoulders, and twice the height of a normal man-beast. Nearly every inch of their skins was covered in heavily ridged plates of jagged bonelike armor, marked in pulsating runes of confinement

orsaken spell.One streak of energy broke out from within the massive cloud of energy and soared over the burning trees, going north. It passed through woods and pathways, across rivers and valleys, and around hills as it soared into the night. Its pace was unrivaled; all it took was a blink to miss it zipping through the night sky like a shooting star.It took just a few minutes to travel from Defectors State to Royal Republic in North Angus. It appeared to have landed at its final destination. For a few seconds, it hovered just beyond the capital's collapsed walls. Finally, it sank into the earth, creating a layer of dust as it met with a half-buried skull in the ground, half of which was vi

"This isn't just water. It’s a heavy isotope solution mixed with organic sediment. Buoyancy is practically non-existent. If you fall in, you don't swim. You sink like a stone." "So, no skinny dipping," Ben Carter muttered. He was still encased in his "Survivor MK-IV" suit, which was now covered in mud and unidentifiable slime. "Great. I love drowning in black goo. It’s on my bucket list, right after 'being eaten by a plant'." Chief Tiko of the Mist Walkers stood beside them, pointing to the vessel that awaited them. The "Bone Ark." It was a nightmare of engineering. A raft constructed not of timber, but of massive, bleached rib cages—likely from some prehistoric crocodile or titanoboa—lashed