Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

Dax commanded. The Vanguard accelerated, using the sloping, armored snout of the sinking Leviathan as a massive jump. Fifty heavy choppers launched into the open air over the churning, boiling crater lake. At the exact same microsecond, my father smashed his fist down on the EXECUTE key. The lower hull of the Ark hummed. A cylindrical, distorted tunnel of air violently shimmered to life, extending from the breached durasteel doors directly across the water, catching the airborne Vanguard in mid-flight.

It was crooked because of the Lava burn and I guessed that the Lava of the Volcano had burnt it only slightly for it not to have melted. It was truly an Ulna bone and if it was a Werewolf’s, I had to wonder who the Werewolf was. — the werewolf that had gone all the way up the Raknak Volcano to have his Ulna removed and burnt by the once-in-a-lifetime Lava eruption. “Okay.” I said to Artuhla. “Thank you for this.” I thanked her. “It’s my pleasure, Your Highness.” Another voice replied and I looked down to see Deu staring up at me and smiling. I ruffled his hair.

We got to a particular place after mounting the stairs upwards, hence leading us to a higher floor, when I saw something that made me yell out sharply, like the sound a person would make when needle is jutted on his butt. But I took me minutes to realize that the sound had originated from my lips because I was momentarily frozen. It was a skull hung on a stick that had been dug a few feet below the ground. The skull was dipped in a crimson red color instead of the organic brown or white that it normally was. It was obvious that it was someone's blood that had been poured on the skull. I wondered if it was the blood of the people he murdered in the past. Somehow, I got the feeling that it was

"If you blew yourself up, would your skull turn to dust too?" His voice was cold. "Idiot." He stepped forward, his eyes sharp. "Arka and his people aren't ordinary humans. It's impossible for them to vanish without a trace." He refused to believe it. "Search again!" he roared. "Check every underground passage, hidden room, or anything suspicious!" An uneasy feeling began gnawing at his mind, as though everything was slipping out of control. But before he could go any further... Beep! Beep!

With precision and strength, she deftly moved each shard of brick from the area that called to her the most. With determination, she continued to dig through the gravel and soot, and there, emerging from the earth, she caught sight of the remnants of a skull. As she uncovered more, the identity of who she was digging up became clearer. It was not the skull of a dragon, but rather that of a small child, too young to shift and protect itself, too innocent to survive the horrors of that day. A wave of resentment towards her father surged through Visenya. She didn’t think she could resent him any more than she already did, but this brought her to an all-new high. She took her time, carefully exc

This will end soon. He rummages through the net and pulls out a decaying skull, thrusting it inches from my face. I stifle a scream as I recognize Alec's lifeless face, worms writhing out of his hollow eye sockets. Silent tears stream down my cheeks as Alec's mouth twists into a grotesque smile, revealing rotten teeth and half-decomposed flesh hanging from his jaw.

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”

"He was building a 'Noah’s Ark' for the Resonance." ​The Confrontation with the Prime-Wraith ​The vault door didn't close fast enough. ​A single Blood-Wraith, larger than the others, its oily skin translucent enough to reveal a skeleton made of red crystal, slipped through the gap. It didn't lunge. It stood in the center of the Archive and began to "Mimic" Leo’s form.

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.

I said. "Sure. If they did, you'd be hearing a lot more about them. Anyway, akharu, or vampires, are super smart and live a long time, too. Again, not immortal. When I say super smart, I mean that their brains are wired differently, or maybe they just use more of their brains. I don't know for sure. But they're creepy in their own right. It's like they know what you're going to say or do before you do it because they've thought through all the possible scenarios in their minds, factored in all the minute personality traits they know about you, all the visual clues, and the immediate circumstances, and make the best educated prediction regarding what you'll say or do. It's a little like being