Bulk And Skull Novels & Stories

Holy cow. Venice’s mother slowly turns, showing me a side of her face and had my mouth not been gagged by the hair, I would have cried out. Grinning at me from one side of the woman’s face is a skull. Not an old skull, not a skull that had been abandoned in sandy desert for centuries, but a fresh skull, white and moist, a fresh victim of unspeakable crimes. It is as if Venice’s mother’s head had just been picked clean by a swarm of maggots.

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.

Their specialization in industrial, practical, and mechanical arts and applied science is what gives them a cutting edge over human beings despite being a type-2 civilization, same as humans. Their biological anatomy closely matches with humans except for their head that resembles that of a white-bearded snail. Just like humans they walk on two legs, yet unlike a human skull the bones in their forehead have an elegant bulging curvature reaching all the way to the nose; a single boney bulging forehead that separates the eyeballs. In contrast to the bulging mass of the forehead reaching the end of their nostrils, their cheek bones are excessively skinny. The dense white facial hair on the chee

Just by speaking, the skull general could control his body and even time with ease, something that couldn't be achieved by just anyone. "Me? Perhaps you already know who I am by looking at the book in front of me." Suddenly, the skeleton general, who had been hunched over, glowed and his old face became younger. A figure with a white beard and gray hair appeared before the eyes of the left general and the bull.

I knew the initial impact hurt far too much, it was because that bastard cracked my rib cage. “I admit, this isn’t the most concerning injury though.” Huh, my head turned to the doctor and my eyes widened when he clicked on the image of my skull. There were two images of my head one showing my skull and one delving deeper beneath my anatomy to photograph my brain. “To someone unknowing about the inner set up of the human body, this looks completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary…” where was he going with this? “However, can you see all those little white lines resting on the bone of your skull? Well… you see, even the bones in our bodies scar when they’re hurt, and so, all those little

And in the center—an altar. A skull rested on it. Massive. Cracked. Crowned with dull gold. Not wolf. Not human. Something stranger. Kael stepped forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s not a wolf.” Ezra walked closer, his breath catching in his chest. The skull had a shape that didn’t belong in this world—sharp, long, unnaturally curved. Wrong in a way that made his stomach twist. Below it, a flame burned. It didn’t float. It sat. Low. Blue. Quiet. But when Ezra stepped closer, it flickered in time with his pulse.

Raven burst out laughing " That's so funny, how can you even see a person's skull through thier head" " You're right, it's a joke" " Wait a minute? Are you for real... Raven hastily ammended once she saw the look on his face. " I'm a skull researcher, I've been researching skulls since I was little, it's a boring topic and I don't want to bore you to death with it" " I want to know more, I promise, it's not boring, I'm always willing to learn about new things" She should have been horrified when she heard him say he was into skulls but what she felt was the exact opposite.

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.

Cassini I lay back on the lounge chair in the shade while looking over the pool. We were on the top of a hill, so the city of Florence could be seen past the property a few miles into the distance. I read a book on my lap while I relaxed in my swimsuit, enjoying the summer heat while my cold drink perspired. Every few pages, my mind would start to wander. Wander to the man I met a few nights ago. He didn’t have a name, and his business card was even more unusual. The only detail was the sketch of a black skull. It was fossilized bone with a snake protruding out of the eye socket. I googled anything related to skulls online but couldn’t find anything relevant.