Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

“A poor joke, I know.” He carefully lifted the skull in both hands and turned it so it faced Leesa. “Take a look,” he said as he gently set it back down on the cloth. It took a few seconds before Leesa realized what she was looking at. The skull appeared normal in all respects except one, but that one was enough to pull a sharp gasp from her throat. Jutting down from the upper teeth were two sharp, curved fangs! “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the pointed teeth. “Is that what I think it is?” Professor Clerval smiled. “Yes, it is. I believe this is a genuine vampire skull.”

Brevin's guard–Drew, made a sudden noise in his throat, trying to grab the attention of his master, but Brevin didn’t turn. Akira narrowed her gaze at Drew, whose presence made her uncomfortable. She looked at his face and swallowed hard. His was the sort of face one would never forget. The first thing she noticed was his left ear—or rather, what was left of it. Only the base remained, the rest had been carved away, ending in a smooth pale ridge of scar tissue that disappeared into the thin line of his jaw. The damage pulled his skin taut, making that side of his face look almost skeletal.

"W-what? That's not possible. He's younger than my mum and..." Kevin placed his hands on my shoulder. "Your mum was having an affair with him. He's older than you think. Arch, Skull is your father" At that point, I felt sick to my stomach. My head spun as I struggled to process the new information I'd just gotten. I felt completely winded. Skull can't be my father. It's impossible. ****

“How are you talking to me? Who are you? Is your friend coming in?” “That is what we need to speak about this is so highly irregular. No, he is not coming in. He is going to be keeping watch out there while I speak to you.” The wolf entered her living room and suddenly blurred just like her son. Leaving a very gorgeous Gregory Wolvensen in his place. Aricka gasped seeing this man here suddenly in her space. He was so much larger that she expected closing in on six and a half feet. Aricka had to look up into his face as she didn’t even reach his shoulder. So much taller than his brother. He must have a good sixty pounds on Richard and a good half a foot in height. His hair was short but jus

"I'm genuinely thrilled for you, Ava." As they approached the outskirts of Den Hollow, Ava's gaze fell upon a being that defied comprehension. He stood taller and more formidable than any Woolven she had ever encountered—a true giant. His body, where not concealed by armor, was adorned with protruding bones that seemed to exist outside his skin. As he extended his wings, Ava realized that even they were formed from an intricate arrangement of bones, resembling miniature skulls. His eyes, deep and abyssal, held a darkness that mirrored the night itself, while his skin possessed an otherworldly hue of blue.

"Move! To the Ark!" They ran for the docking ramp as the iceberg disintegrated. The Ark, already battered, began to tilt. "Jump!" They hit the water—cold, shocking, and pure. Aradaa woke up on a makeshift raft—a piece of the Ark’s exterior hull. The sun was hitting his face. It wasn't the bruised violet of the North; it was a clear, piercing gold. He tried to sit up. His head didn't throb with static. He reached for his "Master Port" at the base of his skull. His fingers found only smooth, scarred skin. The port had healed over.

“A little help?” “Kinda keeping this thing down!” Yonus shouted. “Nieve?” Heather shouted, turning to look at Archer. He looked at her, then Ariadne, then something in Ariadne’s arms that Heather couldn’t see, and then the floating skull. “I-” he stuttered. Too late.

Her voice box had completely been damaged. T-Murek looked over at her with a satisfied smile on his face as he watched her suffer in pain. Some of her hair was burning off and dropping to the floor. Blood trickled down her forehead. The top layer of her head had become so soft. T-Murek grabbed the remaining portion of hair and forcefully pulled them out—with little effort, dragging off her scalp along with it. Her skull became partially exposed. He could see her milky white skull as blood rushed in to cover.

At least eight feet tall. Pale skin stretched tightly over an abnormally massive body. Its arms looked wrong. Too long. Bones distorted beneath flesh like failed surgery. And its face Dear God. Parts of it still looked human. Enough to make it worse. One damaged eye stared lifelessly at the camera while the other twitched unnaturally. Scars covered its shaved head. Numbers branded into its neck. L-001. The creature slowly lifted its head toward the camera. And smiled. Ava’s blood ran cold.

She threw a jagged look at Scarlett, an unspoken challenge to her status. Scarlett had brought a mere supplemental herb-kit—a generic offering from her subordinates. It lacked soul. She watched with growing fury as Hudson Montgomery’s eyes locked onto the jade crane. Hudson’s hands began to tremble. His inner wolf roared with a sudden, violent recognition. The geometric precision, the hidden flow of the lines—this was the "Suha Vibe." This was Avery’s soul in stone. He moved toward the artifact, his heart thundering. Who had shaped this? But before he could touch it, a sickening crack echoed through the chamber.