Evil Shadow Skull Novels & Stories

I screamed as I dropped the briefcase on the ground and ran towards him, knowing I would be stopped. I was. Scorpion, who was obviously hiding, stepped out, and before I knew what was happening, his fist connected with my temple. Caught off guard, I hit the ground hard. Fuck. Does this bastard have a vendetta against me? Why did he hit me that hard??! “Not so fast, prince charming.” He pressed his boot into my spine, and ground down, when I tried to rise. “Gotta check the merchandise first.” He leaned down, grabbed my hair, and yanked my head back. “Sorry, boss. Just doing what you ordered,” he whispered, just as three other men stepped away from the pillars they were hiding behind.

Eve I flinched hard, squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for the pain, the darkness, but it never came. Warm splatters hit my face, my chest, and hands. I opened my eyes in shock. There was blood. It was bright red, spreading fast across my dress. But that was when I realized… it wasn’t mine. Harlan cried out, clutching his arm as blood bloomed through his sleeve. He dropped to his knees, alive but pale and gasping, shock etched across his face.

His evil thoughts grew stronger, and he moved all the skulls towards Long Chen, including dozens of giant skulls, to kill Long Chen immediately. "Damn it! Fine, I'll use us! Tell me your name!" Finally, Long Chen no longer hesitated after seeing that the movement of the skulls was not like before. If he had to accept his other self, then he would accept it. And if he had to become evil to protect those closest to him, then Long Chen was ready to do all that without the slightest hesitation.

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each

The boy’s voice didn't echo; it absorbed the sound of the world around it. Standing in the crumbling tunnel, the "Shadow Heir" looked less like a monster and more like a terrifyingly perfect sculpture of a child. The glowing sphere in his hand pulsed in time with my own fading heartbeat, a physical manifestation of the "Final Liquidation."

A coin on the ground emitted a dazzling golden light, directly hitting the Evil Devil. The Evil Devil let out a scream of madness. In the blink of an eye, the soul scattered. Cadell Marcus looked at the Evil Devil who willingly scattered his soul and refused to answer his question, and the doubts in his heart became even deeper. Just now, that Evil Devil seemed to be avoiding something. What exactly was it that made it so afraid? Cadell Marcus didn't think of it, but in his heart he felt a little uncomfortable.

The second showed me in the Echo-Verse, reaching for Kael as his soul dissolved into mist but it was the third panel that froze my blood. I stood atop a pile of white bones. The Sunken Grove burned behind me. I wasn’t a savior in this vision. It was a nightmare. My painted eyes were pits of rotting obsidian, identical to the Shadow-Lyra’s. A crown of thorns rested on my head, dark blood streaming down my face. In my hands, I held a black, calcified heart leaking violet smoke. Beneath the image, a single line was carved into the obsidian. The letters glowed with a sickly, dying light.

A slowly death. The punisher was half naked. His face contorted evily in a satisfaction of thirst for blood. The glint on his eyes could not compared to such darkness but indeed it was of such void of evil. his naked back, has a mark of a huge skull and horn which was wrapped in dark circles like an eclipsed moon. Thus, this place was the myth the elders told; the Voidelous Scarke pillars: the origin of Darkness.

It was cloaked in black so the torso and legs were only a shroud of black making it impossible to tell what horrors were beneath the darkness. The worst part was the eyes, truly soulless eyes. There was no pigment, no iris, no pupil, only blank white orbs staring out from the skull. But somehow even still they were watching her and she knew that was the thing that had been there all those moment she has been in the forest searching for Abednego. The longer she looked the thicker the smell became. It was so strong she could taste it. It filled her nose and mouth, choking her. Her head was spinning as she began to gasp for air against the putrid smell of rotting corpse. Just before she passed