Novel & Cerita Arvak's Skull

the towns and small villages to pledge their allegiance to me or die painfully. My favorite decorations I had collected during that time period were the slain dragons skulls, I had well over 500 here at one point but I've since had them moved and hidden away I couldn’t bare the thought of someone else having them. I had an underground tomb made specifically for them Azar and Diaval’s skulls are the largest I had made special arrangements for them but now that I was passing the giant empty spots where they were on display in this hallway it made me miss having them here maybe only for a short time I’ll bring them here, maybe.

Stefan grumbled, knocking the object with his knuckles, “It's a parietal bone, it's one of two located in the skull, it helps to form the roof of the cranium,” Lilith inspected it closely, “The real question is... Where is the other piece?” Stefan mumbled. “Guys—” I whimpered, swinging the torch from side to side, “if we don't leave right now, it's our skull next they are going to use as a dipper,” Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame,

“It was Zoro. He heard two men talking . According to him, they haven’t turned yet but it looks like they are going to be vampires.” Kira nods at him to continue. Alpha Azraiel looks grim as he utters the next words. “One of them saw a white wolf while coming to Charlotte."

Tharollin said with a warning tone as he stares at the stubborn girl sitting in one of the caves, the cave which belongs to his mate, Avonmora. Rae got up to her feet and approach him, she stopped right in front of him and bend low to observe the human skulls on his attire. "So because you easily cut off people's heads and add it to your gallery of skulls makes you think everyone's the same?. Wake up little boy for I am not the same with them." Rae said and moved back a little to see his reaction, she wasn't disappointed. She has never seen this man before, it was as if he appeared out of the blue.

Arkyn growled, becoming more and more frustrated by the conversation. “Why did you not mark her back?” Garold asked, walking over to the gate. “Damn it. I..Whose fucking heads are these.” Arkyn yelled, slamming his fist down on the desk. The box toppled over with the impact of his fist hitting the desk. As the box fell over the heads rolled out. They rolled off the desk and crashed onto the floor. Dried blood smearing across the floor and vacant empty eyes staring up at them. “Oh I know those heads!.” Skarde started looking at them.

The movement of the bone skull stopped almost at the height of human growth - above the place where Vic himself had stood a moment ago. - Farewell, brother, - the blades in the hands of Yarsi silently cut the vertebrae of the neck lowered down. The skull hit the ground, hitting its jaws, tumbled on its side, and began to paint in pieces. Simultaneously with a loud thud, the entire skeleton collapsed.

“There is nothing to talk about when it comes to people like you all. However, before we start the battle, let me present you with a gift!” He waved his hand, and a Raksasa warrior rolled out a skull from his long blade and threw it on the ground between the two sides. It was Rama’s skull. At that moment, the nine continents’ warriors were all furious, and their anger was boiling. They could see that Rama’s skull had a few dozen wounds. It was obvious that he had been terribly attacked when he was alive. Both of his eyes were extracted. Without a doubt, that was what the Raksasa Tribe did after they chopped off his head.

“You should be terrified.” Suddenly, behind Arika, the void shifted—dozens of mounted wolf heads appeared along the walls of nothingness. Their mouths hung open in silent screams, eyes glassy and wide. Some she recognized. Alphas from packs she’d only heard of in war reports. Others were strangers, but all of them… all of them were dead. “I killed them,” Arika whispered, eyes gleaming. “Every one of them. Ripped their throats open, carved their skulls from flesh, and mounted their heads in my cabin like trophies.”

Red liquid drops off them and they settle on the bottom of the socket. I step back and grab the mattock. I pry some stone away from the clavicle, a cracked scapula and the tops of the humerus. They were abnormally small in comparison to the skull, as though the head had grown, but the body had remained the size of a toddler’s. The bones had scratches all over them, indicating the marks of trauma. I retch and swallow the taste of vomit. “Rita?” Boris calls from the other side of the safety tape.

A thin trail of salvia escaped from his mouth, jaw slack. "Bastard!" Babi jumped, punching the ground with his free fist. The crack in the floor opened wider and a long limb wound its way out. The arm was grey and contorted, as if the bones were made of rubber. It reached, snatched for the whirling bird who seemed to be enjoying the frustration below. Whatever the limb belonged to could not squeeze through, but the top of a withered skull was visible, covered in a few wisps of wiry, white hair, home to flies, crawling from the split that spanned from brow to back.