Evil Shadow Skull Novels & Stories

Evil Doll shrieked, "No one will come to save you this time! Feel the terror of death!" As soon as the words fell, Evil Doll soared into the air. The black mist around it instantly condensed into a massive black skull, its eyes glowing red and its gaping maw exuding a soul-chilling aura. Seeing this, Amelia pushed off with her toes and ran to the other side. The skull did not stop, continuing to pursue her relentlessly. She halted, her gaze icy cold. Leaping into the air, she pinched a golden needle between her fingers and struck the skull with precision. Instantly, the skull glowed and dissipated completely.

she cuts me off. " Dream feels real. Like it really happened or it is going to happen. And, that woman named Minerva is not ordinary. She is a witch and known as the mistress of the shadows that was killed by her aunt named Cassandra or Felicity." she finishes for me “And, the doctor we saw earlier wasn't the doctor but a very special and important shadow named Colton who was the second in command of Minerva."

I scanned the room quickly, searching for anything that could give us the answers we needed. “Here,” I muttered, grabbing a vial from one of the tables. The contents were dark, almost black. I could tell it was a sample of the mutated virus. This was what we needed to understand the changes that were taking place. Just as I was about to seal the vial, I heard a loud crash behind me. I turned to see one of the infected stumbling into the room. It was slow at first, dragging its foot, but then it seemed to notice us. The creature’s eyes locked onto mine, and it let out a low, guttural growl.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“I took sixty of my best men and confronted him on his doorstep. He had just transferred the product into the back of his van. I pride myself on being a fair and just Skull King. I don’t execute a man unless I’m positive that he’s guilty. And if he is guilty, depending on the severity of the crime, I always extend a less cruel punishment—if they earn it. But they have to be honest with me, look me in the eye and tell me exactly what they did. Unfortunately, Hunter Reyes insulted me by expecting me to buy his bullshit. He actually thought he could trick me and get away with it. It was disrespectful…and I can’t stand disrespect. So I broke into the van and caught him red-handed.” This story di

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Since he is not guilty, we have to find who that serial killer vampire in Shadowvale is, before they attract the hunters and things get out of hand. ~~~~ LATER THAT DAY, I race back to the cave, clutching a bottle of animal blood. With a steady hand, I carefully drip the crimson liquid into Vivaldi's mouth. His skin begins to emit an eerie glow, and his body twitches. A chill dances down my spine as he stirs back to life, and I can't help but wonder if I've just unleashed a Pandora's box of trouble.

But he was so stubborn and stupid. Levi was about to part Evangeline's legs so he could do whatever he wanted to do with her. Suddenly, Evangeline opened her eyes. Her eyes were pitch black with red orbs in between. Her skin suddenly changed its color. From rosy pink to icy blue. Seeing the dark eyes, Levi fell on the ground. Her eyes looked as if he was looking into the eyes of the devil's daughter. She stood up and towered over him. "What the hell is that?" Levi yelled loudly as he shivered with the fear seeing at Evangeline.

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.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.