Bulk And Skull Novels & Stories

We got to a particular place after mounting the stairs upwards, hence leading us to a higher floor, when I saw something that made me yell out sharply, like the sound a person would make when needle is jutted on his butt. But I took me minutes to realize that the sound had originated from my lips because I was momentarily frozen. It was a skull hung on a stick that had been dug a few feet below the ground. The skull was dipped in a crimson red color instead of the organic brown or white that it normally was. It was obvious that it was someone's blood that had been poured on the skull. I wondered if it was the blood of the people he murdered in the past. Somehow, I got the feeling that it was

His feet made a crunching noise as he stepped on a dark object. "What's that?" Dane asked, walking towards him. "No idea." Zane bent down to inspect the strange object. "Oh shit!" He yelped, jumping away from the object. "What the hell was that?" Dane asked with a concerned frown on his face. "That's a skull! That's a freaking skull!" Zane said in a panicked voice. "Relax Zane, it's dead already," Dane said turning aside, I heard him spit out in disgust. "Don't you know what that means?" Zane's eyes widened in horror.

“Huh?” Luke pointed a gloved finger at my notebook where I had a diagram of a skull with notes scribbled on it. “Right there. You got your terms mixed up. It’s occipital bone, not parietal bone. The parietal bone is over here.” He pointed to another spot on the skull. I stared at my notes for a moment, then realized that he was right and erased my notes so I could fix them. “Thanks,” I muttered. “No problem.”

” Kaifeng Lei just watched me from the side as he whistled and more men came to help with the dig. Then my breath hitched. It really was bones. And not any bones. The skull alone was nearly the size of a wagon wheel. And the femur, the thigh bone was as long as a full-grown man. Laid out, the skeleton stretched the length of at least four, maybe five men, lined up head to toe. “My God,” I whispered. “Raffaele—sample kits. Now.” He was already moving. I knelt and scraped delicately at a spot near the ribcage. There seemed to be something soft and unmistakably organic left.

In this organism consisting of gigantic muscles and bones that is made for squeezing money out of all things, a head seemed to me really quite superfluous. Who, now, can conceive my astonishment when, standing facing one of these fabulous beings, I arrived at the conviction that a billionaire is a human being like all the rest! I saw there comfortably reclining in an armchair a long, wizened old man, who held his brown, sinewy hands folded across a body of quite ordinary dimensions. The flabby skin of his face was carefully shaved. The underlip, which hung loosely down, covered solidly built jaws, in which gilded teeth were stuck. The upper lip, smooth, narrow and pallid, scarcely moved when

And some looked fresh, their stomachs were chalked and their kidneys and lungs were taken out. There were some bodies whose eyes looked as if they were still open and an old skeleton whose skull had turned to a blackened mess of bone, a pile of bones, in which the blood had long since dried. Some were so cracked that you could see the inner part of the skull. Others seemed to be intact, with teeth, skin and hair and even whole. But those skulls had no faces or ears, nothing was left except bones. The body parts were gone. She felt nauseated.

“A party?” “Yes, I’m sending him back to his mate in style,” giving the bag another shake so his chunk of collarbone and shoulder skin could reveal itself. Pip sighed. Possibly the tallest man I’ve ever seen, every move he made was languid, graceful. The time taken to move his long, spindly arms from each cupboard left the process resembling a dance. Soon, we had a glass jar and a shitload of embalming fluid. “Brain has to come out first. Then we glue the skull back together and pop it in the jar.”

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

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,

Its long fingers were the size of my leg; and gripped at the ground in agony. Trauma’s skull had been fragmented, scattered around the face to form a massive skull-shaped mask. Parts of his brain were floating amongst the mess. I could even see one of his eyeballs suspended in the monster’s cheek. Its back was hunched; skewered with bone fragments and spinal cord. His back legs were slightly bowed and remained motionless, shielding most of its glowing stomach. The monster dripped bloody virus and easily dwarfed me. It could have easily been eight metres tall, maybe more.