Novel & Cerita Arvak's Skull

Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths. Bloody weapons were stuck in between them here and there, an ax wedged between a massive bone I had no chance of recognizing and a skull; its edge blinked as the light from the walls next to it hit the sharp point. Squinting my eyes and taking a step closer to see, I swear it looked like the blood on it was still wet, still flowing down the handle. And sure enough, as I came closer, I saw the drops fall and land with a splat on an old little leather drum sticking out from the massive wall of skulls and bones.

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.

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

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

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

“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