Arvak's Skull Novels & Stories

The thin blue squiggly veins are his paper-white skin pulsate. I search the now emptied space and find Arthur standing weakly. The gash on his forehead has been reopened and he has blood matted all over his fur it’s hard to tell the source of the injury. Zack stands with much trouble, gripping at his side. His lip is split and his one arm dangles at an awkward length.

Duke brought the van to a halt and scanned the area "It seems quiet enough" "Where is the skull situated?" Danté asked. "Caves department, apparently they found Mrs Ples in the Sterkfontein cave system" "Why did they call a skull Mrs Ples?" Duke asked as they climbed out. "I'm not sure if I remember it correctly but Ples is the oldest known human skull on the African continent" Liam said. As they approached the back of the museum Danté felt an evil force approaching, he looked into the sky assessing it, hate, vengeance, pain... This being was filled with rage and is out for blood.

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

Human bones, weathered by time and the relentless flow of water, intertwine with the skulls, creating a haunting display of mortality. The ethereal glow from the waysticks casts shadows upon the skeletal structures, illuminating the intricate details of the bones. Delicate features of the skulls become visible, their curves and contours accentuated by the soft light. The translucent layer of calcium, formed from the presence of limestone fragments packed between bone and stone, overlays the skulls and bones, creating a patchwork effect. In some places, the layer appears frosted, obscuring certain details, while in other areas, it is more transparent, emphasizing the eerie beauty of the skele

Rhychard splashed cold water over his whisker-stubbled face, the chill shocking some life back into his mind. His arm and chest throbbed with pain even though Kree had successfully healed the gouges Vargas left. The skin was still pink, and even the elven hound couldn't take away the scars left behind.

He was trying to resurface, while I was keeping him down. I was hunched over his unconsious body, his face was pale, his wings were slowly fading from the deep dark color to a pale grey with streaks of white on it. "What the fuck happened?" I finally asked. "The crawlers, I think he was poisoned..." Arkael answered me, looking as worried as I was. Maven was by Ranulf's side moments later, he was busy with his balms and ointments. Shani was helping him with the ingredients. I tried to help but my wolf was growling and making pathetic little noises.

A few steps away from me is a broken shard of something…maybe a dish or a vase? Ark follows my gaze, but I’m moving before he is, snatching it up, pressing the sharp edge to my neck. “Let me go or I kill myself,” I warn, hands quivering. Ark tenses, holding his arm up to stop his people from closing in on me. I see the flicker of fear in his eyes, figuring that I may just be crazy enough to do it. “Okay Kiva. Calm down…” he says steadily. “Get away from me.” My back is now pressed against the cold glass of the window. “I have a pure evil mate. Don’t think I won’t do it.”