Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

said Yusuke "Then with the fossil corpse that I gave at that time how old it is because I found it while building the Secret Headquarters" Asked the General. "Secret base?" Said Kojima "Yes, later I will show you the place of the Secret Headquarters to you" said the General. "Thank you, General" said Yusuke and Kojima "Then what about the human skull fossil?" Asked the General back "The human skull fossil is 10,000 years old and it looks like he died when he was 3 years 6 months" said Kojima

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.

He remembered even the smallest details. The control panel of the car was covered in blood. There was a small human bone on it. From the thickness and curvature of the bone, Jack could determine that it was a human skull. “This skull should be the skull of the deceased. Could it be that the head of the deceased was smashed?” Thinking of this, Jack turned to the left side of the car and looked through the open door. He only saw that the driver’s seat was covered in blood. It was broken. He still had a few pieces of broken bones, which were also skulls.

The air by the Avariel River suddenly turned cold and heavy. The soothing sound of trickling water now sounded like a serpent's hiss, accompanying the tension that was about to explode. Rakar stood tall, his soaked body radiating an aura of dominance that hadn't diminished even though he hadn't used it for eight years. His eyes locked onto Vorlag, his pupils vertically elongated—a clear warning sign for any wolf. "Repeat your words," Rakar growled, his voice low and deadly. "I want to make sure my ears aren't deceiving me."

He lifts his head and looks straight at me. His face is smeared with blood, mouth dripping with flesh. He takes one step toward me.. Suddenly his real form, my Arkan, appears beside him. Same face. Same eyes. A bit bulkier and taller than normal. But this one looks broken, wounded, covered in scars. He reaches a hand toward me “Evelyn,” he cries, voice desperate, echoing. “Don’t leave me.” I reach for him but the monstrous Arkan grabs his throat and snaps his neck in a single twist.

As werewolves, we could heal ourselves, and unless we were severely injured by wolf's bane, an average wolf could heal his or herself within seconds to minutes and it depends on the severity of the injury. I shampooed my hair with my favorite strawberry hair wash and I applied my favorite avocado oil after rinsing my hair clean, I loved avocado oil as it was healthy for the hair and also prevented hair breakage!! After cleaning up and patting myself dry I went to the mirror on the other side of the bathroom and looked at my face, I looked better already and all the dark circles caused by the smudges from my mascara were all gone!! My eyes looked a little bit dull and empty, I suddenly rememb

~Kiva Moments later, a figure emerges at the window, clambering through. I tense, watching Ark duck his head under the glass, snow dusting his shoulders and hair. I admire the ease at which he climbed up the trellis considering the amount of times I have fallen from it. He removes his cloth mask, breath clouding in front of me as he meets my gaze. His expression immediately softens. "Hey, are you okay?" I look down at my hands, unable to face him. This is the most horrifying discovery I have ever made and I am still reeling from it.

"Tell me whose skull is hiding under that flesh." The elder wolf slips into the dark chamber, using a specialized blue-light stone to scan the sleeping female’s facial features. He presses his claws against her cheekbones, her jawline, and her nasal cartilage before stepping back out into the hall. "The entire skeletal frame has been systematically shaved down, Alpha. The orbital sockets were widened with silver-scalpels, and the jaw structure was completely remolded roughly three winter cycles ago. It is a masterpiece of dark flesh-shaping." "Who is she?" Shawn demands, his hand dropping to the hilt of his blade.

He continued, calling upon two of his strongest guards before leaving. “Come Forth, Akzar, Razka.” He called two of his strong guards who emerged from the sky on a skeletal centipede which was dripping blood, dying to cause destruction and eat humans. On top of its head stood two warriors, their skins were pale, rotten even. One was holding a bow and the other had a lance, green eyes shining brightly. “Get ready.” Kriss warned, he could tell by looking at them they were going to be stronger than any enemy they had faced still now. Dealing with them would be troublesome.

Oh, thank you, God! I immediately carried him up to the altar and sprinkled it over the skull. Instantly the fire on the skull was extinguished. I plucked the skull hard until it come off. Sure enough, a sword was inside the strut of the skull. I take it. Looks sharp and shiny. "Aaaaaa!" It was the sound of my friends screaming. Damn! I have to hurry to get out of here.