Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

A wolf skeleton. Fully articulated, bones bleached bone-white by years in the water. The skull grinned at me—empty sockets, jagged canines, the spine trailing ribbons of decayed flesh that drifted like pale seaweed. One foreleg was still caught in rusted chain, the other broken at an impossible angle. The ribcage had been cracked open—long ago, violently—like someone had reached in and torn the heart out. My lungs seized. I choked. Water rushed in—cold, bitter, burning down my throat. Panic clawed up my spine. I thrashed, vision tunneling, black spots blooming at the edges.

The boredom on her face would have deceived me if I’d not known that she is seeing everything as first-handily as I am. ‘I am taking that vase to Taksh Pack,’ I declare, admiring a pot in the corner. It is the most peculiar piece I have ever seen in my life. A square hollow figure studded with diamond and diamond-shaped glasses. Small bells carve figures in the centre while intricately designed flowers shimmer from a distance. ‘Along with your corpse, I suppose?’ Arin suggests, following my eyes. She raises her eyebrow at the marvellous piece. Her face is as bemused and disinterested as a nun in the church has ever been.

Thaila's Pov It was indeed a werewolf, but its skull was laying a few feet away from its body, half-hidden beneath frost. Its human shape was unmistakable but also wrong. The jaw was warped. The teeth were too long and sharper than natural. The bones, scraped and gnawed. My stomach tightened. “What happened here?” I asked quietly. Kael crouched beside the remains. His expression shifted into something unreadable. “Starvation,” he said.

Until he burrowed a hole at the back of the monster ape's head, trying to attack its brain. With the skull broken, Chu Xun wormed his way into the head of the gigantic yeti. Inside he found a tangle of arteries and veins, each horrifyingly thick, until he saw the brain, a wrinkled and crumpled mush of soft tissues so grotesquely huge.

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.

Professor Derrick turned to look at me. "I think I stepped on something." I said to him, He nodded as we both slowly, yet simultaneously began to look down. I raised my legs and realized it was a skull. My soul nearly jumped out of my body at the sight of it. "That's..." I said whimpering and shaking as I held him with both hands now. "A skull." He responded like it was nothing. I mean, it had to be nothing to one who spent time killing but wait, I used to think vampires dissipate when killed? So why was he not affected by the skull?

Axel heaves. Inside, the creature is twisted unnaturally, bones cracked and rearranged to make it fit. A human — or what is left of him — curled into himself like a broken doll. His limbs have been snapped backwards, folded tight against his torso, elbows pushed under the ribcage. The skull is caved in on one side, the jaw partially unhinged, revealing teeth clenched around his own tongue. He has clearly been dead for years — lots of years — his skin stretched tight over bone like old parchment, dark brown and leathery.

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."

Skullface and Phantom moved forward while Arlet Pagan showed a horrible gaze. Skullface was covered in gold paint when he showed a wretched and fierce smile. The murderous intent he exuded felt as if it was real, suppressing everyone around him. Arlet and her seniors looked at each other while gritting their teeth. “We’ll go together! We’ll get revenge for Lachlan!” Harvey York did not even have time to stop the two seniors rushing forward with swords in their hands.

I come out from hiding and the skin walkers body was no longer a body but a sack of bones and blood, it was disgusting. I walk outside the cave to see a larger Wolf, Black fur covered him as he walked around the cave to retrieve clothes that were hiding in a log, Argo, the Rogue King. He looked like a human but was not normal. He had red eyes and was 7foot tall with short grey hair. He was not built with muscle but that did not mean he was not capable of tearing me to bits if he wanted to.