Hourglass Skull Novels & Stories

They were not even sure whether Caspian had received the signal or not. But at this moment, they were not afraid at all. As if sensing everyone's emotions, the black-robed man lifted a hand and slowly took off his black robe hood. Beneath the hood was a shriveled head that looked like a skull. The only difference between the skull and it was that the head was not white, but purple because of the flesh. Two balls of green light lit up in the deep sunken eye sockets. They looked like gloomy ghost fire, causing the surrounding temperature to suddenly drop.

She clung to his hand. I swallowed the lump trying to choke me, “Can you help him?” She exhaled a long breath, “I can do a procedure to help relieve some of the pressure inside his skull. Then it will be in The Moon’s hands to heal the damage. But the procedure is not without the risks. Namely infection or excessive bleeding. I need to remove a piece of his skull bone to allow room for the swelling. It should give us a day at least before the bone is fully regrown.”

Thousands of skulls stared blankly at them, stacked meticulously between neatly arranged femurs. "It’s tight," Harper whispered. Her mech scraped against the walls as she moved, the sound of metal grinding against bone echoing loudly in the confined space. Skritch-crunch. "Warning: proximity alerts on all sides," Harper's HUD flashed. "Sebastian, we can't use missiles down here. A concussion wave will collapse the entire ossuary." "Precision weapons only," Sebastian agreed, advancing slowly. His ten-foot-tall frame barely cleared the ceiling. Every step had to be careful; the ground was uneven and slick with ancient moisture.

Not a normal, at least not entirely. But close enough that the distinction made it worse. She felt her stomach tighten before her mind caught up. It resembled an elongated human skull. But not clean, not actual bone. Something distorted. The structure of bone sat too clearly beneath that ashen surface, warped and stretched, the hollows of its eyes deep and wrong, filled not with flame but with a dark, blood-red saturation that did not glow, did not flicker, only watched. Aware and focused. On her.

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.

But my throat locked. The hand pulled the hood back. And I forgot how to blink. His face—or what used to be a face—was a grotesque collage of death refusing to die. Parts of his skull were exposed, bits of muscle webbed over raw bone. One eye socket had collapsed inward, while the other eye bulged out unnaturally, rimmed with black that glistened like tar. His lips were mostly gone, leaving teeth exposed—blackened, crooked—and gums that bled in slow drips. More of those maggot-like things wriggled just beneath his skin, disappearing into sunken holes in his cheeks.

The puddles met and merged, forming wide, black slicks that reflected nothing. The monster’s skull—if you could call that cluster of manuals and Bibles a skull—tilted once, as if it were trying to glare at me with its hollow sockets even in disassembly Then it, too, toppled, the red‑covered “jaw” clapping shut one last time before the whole thing broke apart. What remained, impossibly, was the gap. The split we’d forced in its spine had not sealed itself when the rest of the mass collapsed. If anything, it had widened.

he said seriously and opened the door for me. I frowned as I got out and tried to remember why and when I fell asleep, but those things seemed to have just been blown away by the mist when I caught sight of the house he was referring to. I even felt like my jaw had dropped, as the unexplainable heaviness crawled into my chest upon seeing the whole place. The gates were so huge and had a familiar emblem of a white horned skull. Wait, this is like the mask that the Harana Guy was wearing. Aside from that, the top of the four gigantic pillars were sculpted into bulls' skulls with crosses on the forehead, while the pillar itself became its body that was also sculpted into a tall man's features.

But years underground had transformed it into something horrifying. Tall. Unnaturally thin. Its limbs stretched too long beneath torn hospital restraints hanging from gray skin. Bones pressed visibly beneath flesh like it had been starved for decades. Its face Dear God. Parts of its skull showed through scarred skin. Its mouth had been cut wider at the corners long ago, creating a permanent grotesque smile. And its eyes Completely pale. No pupils. No humanity. Only hunger. The creature tilted its head slowly toward Ava. Chains dragged softly behind it.

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,