Hunter Skeksis Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

I already looked like Shrek compared to Cassie and Cherry, now I had to look like the Predator against these three stupidly hot people. Skyler was just wearing a t-shirt and baggy jeans and the girl looked like a magazine model. "Nice to meet you, Mikey,” I mutters and he stepped away scrunching up his nose when I tried to hug him. I thought they were all huggers, but this one was a little serious. I wondered if they didn't like my perfume.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

]: [Crude Crystal Hand-axe] +1 attack. +1 dexterity. [Skeletor has learned Crafting lv 1!] "Phew, it was tiring to deal with you, Skelly, really tiring…" he sighed and rubbed his face a couple of times. "I'm going to call Kevin. You continue doing hand-axes, ok?" The skeleton nodded, and David smiled at him, it was a pain in the ass, but the undead was growing on him. A couple of seconds later, a screen appeared in front of him. The image of a husky with purple eyes in the middle of a city was visible in it.

“Sasha, make the base. I’ll show the over-under once it’s set.” Sasha’s hands moved like someone telling a familiar story. She crossed the thick spokes at the center, bound them with a thinner strip, then fanned them into a sunburst. “You make the skeleton first,” she said, glancing up at me. “Get the bones right and the shape can hold.”

Hunter I take my mate to the dungeon, where her father is being kept, just waiting for his death. I notice Skye yawning, even though she’s trying to hide it. She must be tired, it’s almost dawn. She's mostly functioning after sunset, since her skin and her eyes are extremely sensitive to sunlight. I'll be slowly helping her adjust to normal daily routine, but it'll take time. For now, though, we wake up in the afternoon and go to sleep at dawn, so my mate's not exposed to the harsh light during the day.

Her eyes followed the serpentine coil with a sense of fascination as it elegantly wound its way across his upper arm, elegantly descending to the forearm. The sophisticated details of the serpent's form drew her in, its eyes gleaming with danger; a representation of the darker facets of his existence. The serpent began intertwining with the Skeletal Tree with Bats. Skeletal branches reached skyward, and bats hung in eerie stillness, painting a haunting scene that captured Dexter's supernatural essence.

I bagged the soils and put it inside my inventory, then we continue to traverse calmly through the dead forest. ".….multiple Undeads, 30 meter north…". (Sasu) The Ninja beavers who has been acting as our scouts the whole time finally perk up. He holds his fist in the air signaling for us to stop and with his nose twitching a few times he correctly deduces the upcoming enemies. True to his deduction, as we slowly creeping on the spot where Sasu pointed, there are 5 humanoid skeletons walking slowly towards where we are. From the looks of it, the skeletons with blueish flames in its skull just wondering aimlessly without any order, all three of us just stare at the skeleton and all of us thoug

Xander growled as the bay doors hissed open. He didn't wait for a parachute. He dropped five hundred feet into the snowy pines, his golden aura erupting into a localized shockwave upon impact. The forest floor shattered, sending a spray of frozen earth and splintered wood into the air. The Sköll-Kin didn't flee. They emerged from the shadows of the logging cabins, their forms distorted by unstable Aetheric injections—twisted, grey-furred monstrosities with eyes that burned with a manic, violet light.

’s. Basically, when a client of T.H.E.M. wants to wipe out a large group of people discreetly, a P.S.K. gets sent in, under cover, to make it look like it was the work of a serial killer. The P.S.K. positions themselves in the community for several months, sometimes even years, and creates a profile of the killer they will be portraying—the ‘Herring.’ Sometimes the Herring is one of the marks that will be killed, and at the end of the mission the P.S.K. will make it look as if the Herring killed themselves. Other times, the Herring is a completely fictitious persona invented by the P.S.K. who, at the end of the killing spree, will disappear into the void from whence they came –a la Jack the