Marble Hornets Skully Novels & Stories

"We are yet to find out, but I suspect they're Black Scorpions." "Black Scorpions? Are you sure?" Stallion inquired. "Yes, well....I think so. Andre Scorpion is awake and he may have made a few calls. Who else would dare?" "I see. Alright... Sniper will gather so many men in no time. Backup should be here soon. For now, take cover, and I'll eliminate the threat." The underling retreated into the house and took cover beside Bryce, who Stallion had already instructed to find a hiding place.

I turn back to the desk and pick up the envelope and reach inside. And that’s when I see it. An old photograph, worn and faded, buried beneath a bunch of old letters. Slowly, I pull it out, and as my eyes move across the people in frame, my stomach plummets. A group of men standing outside a clubhouse not that different than the one The Heartless Bastards own. Leather jackets, bikes, and devilish smiles on their faces like they own the world. Above them hangs a banner:Smoke and Skulls. And right in the middle of the group, standing with his arms crossed and his dirty blond hair hanging in his face, is Slate.

He was anxious, but from the look on his face, he was focused only on protecting her. Back in the foyer of the hotel, they watched as the Panther and the Killing Machine beat each other, but aside from that, they knew that it would be hard to fight the Killing Machine. So, the "leech" had to come soon. Harvey then locked the Killing Machine's arms and neck as the leech, named Chameleon, jumped in and stabbed him with a needle so the blood was sucked right away.

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.

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.

I just went to the room in search of the thing I really wanted, and quickly found it. Then, I waited... And waited... Soon the door opened and--- and the man I’d been waiting for entered. “Cracker sends her regards,” I said with a smile and pulled the trigger, blowing Thomas Larson’s brains out. I quickly got out of the house, making myself blend into the crowd easily as other MC members looked just as uncomfortable and out of place as I did. The Black Skulls were a much larger MC than ours, and therefore, not all members knew each other, which was perfect for me.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

In the box, there was a piece of backbone-like bone. However, this bone was not white, but blue and transparent. Carson Montgomery looked at the skeleton with excitement in his eyes. The second cultivator took out an object wrapped in green leaves. This leaf was as huge as a banana leaf, so the object wrapped around it was about the size of an adult's head. This cultivator slowly opened the leaves. An orange skull suddenly appeared in front of Carson Montgomery. It looked like a human skull, but there was a pair of curved horns on both sides of the forehead, and the mouth was bigger than a human's.

He felt sad at the thought of the Ancient One and skylark immediately noticed this as he jumped in through the window, hopping on the bed to rub his head against the mage’s chin. Calhoun smiled and rubbed the head feathers of the bird as its antlers glimmered in the faint sunlight shining through the window slit. “Aarghhh…” Martha let out another shriek to see skylark who immediately hid behind Calhoun, as he got startled by the sudden voice. “Its okay, sky…” Calhoun spoke to him in a low soothing voice and the bird cawed in response. Martha whispered to Dominic but was loud enough for Calhoun to hear, “What is that thing?”

I had already prepared myself that he would try to argue against this. “I don’t know you. I’m not comfortable with you being in the room while someone is giving me a gynecological examination.” We stare at each other until we hear the door open again. I look to the door and see another creature like Skillys. But I have to say that this one looks much more adorable. Her skin is more orangebronw in color than Skillys and she has one big darker brown spot that covers her right eye and ear and stops right above her little nose. Her eyes are a strong and bright yellow color. On her head she has orange hair with some streaks of grey that is tied in a strict bun.