Hourglass Skull Novels & Stories

She grabbed it arrogantly, glared at them before they all continued their walk. The transition of sight goes quickly in an upward motion to a larger and a widespread vast land. Seen as it was, a lady endowed in the blessings of wiring and glass-metallic rims at various parts of her body was seen. Sized like an average mortal with a tremendous head bow placed on her head and lastly, the last shard of the halo of Azazel on her chest. But there seemed to be more, it was seen clearer that she had two shards that floated below her earlobes, like earrings. She, in total, had three shards of the halo on herself.

Looked up. The doorway was blocked by something from the architecture of nightmares. Twelve feet tall. Bone plates layered across its body like armor that had grown rather than been made, ridged and yellowed and ancient. Four limbs, but jointed wrong — too many angles, bending in directions that made the eye flinch away. Its face was a skull with no pretense of flesh, and where eyes should have been, two points of red burned with the particular malevolence of something that had been created for one purpose and nothing else.

She looked at the woman in surprise and cast a quick glance at herself, as if from the side, she could not help exclaiming: “But how? Am I dead? Again there was laughter: “No! Of course not. You understood everything correctly: your soul has now separated from the body, but since I am nearby, this does not threaten you with death, although otherwise, this is exactly what happens. She looked closely at the woman: an elongated, disproportionate by human standards skull, thick black hair falls like a shiny veil over her shoulders, back, chest and ends at her feet with a dark haze. Pretty plump lips, two fangs peek out from under the top. Straight nose and large eyes the color of iridescent molt

The glass was fogged with condensation, but Aurora could see the shapes ,small, fetal, but it looked wrong to her. Lila whistled, the sound sharp and brittle. “oh geez this is the vault your mom sealed after the ’04 leak.”she.Aurora walked forward,with her boots making a tapping sound as she walked on the metal bar floor. At the center of the chamber stood a single cradle; it wasn't for a baby, but for a brain. A human brain preserved in nutrient gel, joined together with gold filaments that pulsed like veins. It was larger than it should be, swollen with memory and code. It beats slowly but it was alive right above it a surface bloomed, casting blue light across Aurora’s face.ELYSIUM v.9.,E

That's when the ceiling exploded. Stone and debris rained down as something massive crashed through from above. The impact threw me backward. I hit a shelf hard, books cascading over me. Through the dust and chaos, I saw it. The Class B that House Red had supposedly neutralized three years ago. It was vaguely humanoid but wrong in every detail that mattered. Ten feet tall, with limbs that bent at too many joints. Its skin looked like cracked porcelain, pale and gleaming. Where its eyes should have been were empty sockets that glowed with sickly green light. And its arms ended not in hands but in blades, long and curved like scythes.

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.

, she complained, anger clear on her face. "Calm, my lady. You need to chill about this, this could be the breakthrough we need. We can fix this, we could make something better out of this", I offered, took her hands, and brought her in, going straight for the dead specimen. I crouched down, picked up its head, and started my little examination of it. Their eyes were too green, a lot of wrinkles around the spine area, enlarged and greenish veins around the brain areas, enlarged teeth, and dried-up lips.

Suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains were dozens of massive glass cylinders, most of them shattered, their thick, preservation fluid long since drained into the grates. But three of the cylinders were still whole. Inside the greenish glass, huge, malformed silhouettes were shifting. They weren't like the failed ones from the riverbanks—these were larger, their bodies heavily reinforced with thick, unpolished plates of black glass that had grown into their muscle tissue like tumors. They had no faces, but as Kael stepped into the chamber, the light from his chest core reflected off the glass, and the things inside began to slam their massive, crystalline fists against their enclosures.

"Tell me whose skull is hiding under that flesh." The elder wolf slips into the dark chamber, using a specialized blue-light stone to scan the sleeping female’s facial features. He presses his claws against her cheekbones, her jawline, and her nasal cartilage before stepping back out into the hall. "The entire skeletal frame has been systematically shaved down, Alpha. The orbital sockets were widened with silver-scalpels, and the jaw structure was completely remolded roughly three winter cycles ago. It is a masterpiece of dark flesh-shaping." "Who is she?" Shawn demands, his hand dropping to the hilt of his blade.

Look, no seeds! Buried deep within that ghastly misshapen skull burned two eyes, searching, blazing out from beneath white fleshy hoods, with no eyebrows or facial hair whatsoever that might have served to break up the unadorned monotony of it. Richard clenched his teeth and grimaced. This was not The Wizard of Oz, oh no, he remembered thinking. Dear God, this was The Hills Have Eyes going on here, or maybe something worse. Then, as a sudden cold began to bloom in his testicles and rise, he saw the felled ghost-white figure lift one bony, livid hand . . . raise it and . . .