Marble Hornets Skully Novels & Stories

“ Screw you. “ I spat. Using all six horns like a cage to trap me, Beezebub caught me for half a second. The horns locked around my ribs, it pierced into my skin. I grinned, blood dripped from my lips, but my eyes lit like forges. I grabbed two of Beezebulb’s horns, the thickest, the ones that had pierced archangels, and pulled with all my strength, the sound was like mountains splitting. Beezebulb’s scream shook the desert. I ripped one horn clean off, the venom sizzling against my palm and doing nothing. I spun the horn right in my grip and drove it up through Beezebulb’s lower jaw, pinning his mouth shut. Claws flashed. Like Lui kang of mortal kombat did his flying kick mid air, I flew ca

he grumbled. I sighed and said, "Jerry, let's go." But Jeremy wasn't ready to leave yet. "No, I want the unicorn," he slurred. I was taken aback. "No, you can't. You are not a kid!!" I shouted. *** As we walked out of the shop, Jeremy couldn't keep his eyes off the toy in his hands. "This unicorn is so cute," he muttered. I chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, now get in the car."

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.

The UN soldiers fired armor-piercing rounds, but the bullets sparked harmlessly against the beast's thick, volcanic chitin. Killian hit the creature first. The Alpha launched himself from a rocky outcropping, his heavy jaws clamping down on the joint between the Skarn's massive armor plates. The sound of crushing quartz and volcanic glass echoed over the gunfire. The beast shrieked, whipping its heavy, segmented tail. Killian was thrown backward, his claws digging deep trenches into the mud to stop his momentum.

"I won't let you!" Then, he took out a red medicine and walked to Veron, forcing her mouth open and putting it in her mouth. It was the Soul-devouring Bloodworm. Initially, he thought he would get rid of Veron, but after further thought, he realized he should keep her as they would need a worker after Archfiend Antigonus was reborn. Skylar acted fast. Before Veron realized it, she had already swallowed the bloodworm. "What did you feed me?" she shouted at Skylar, feeling frightened and angry.

Sensing time may be shorter than they realized the pair picked up the pace, crate in hand. The ground rumbled and the water bubbled, a giant claw emerged from the water, and then another. Thick trails of slime oozed down the forearm and a long scaly snout displaced the water. Like the smaller versions, this abomination had a long bone horn in the middle of its head. Rows and rows of yellow warped teeth greeted them in anger. The narrow pupils eyed them with suspicion and contempt. Aurelia knelt next to the crate and grabbed the flint and steel. "Keep it busy," She whispered. Despite the fuel on the rag, the moisture in the air made it difficult to light the rag, "How much longer Zinjo shoute

The whole room was jam-packed with the whole lot of them and there was no room for any extra movement. The Skibblitz were the size of a palm. Their peach bodies were like small rounded logs with arms longer than their bulk bodies, dragging them into a slouching posture. Puffy noses as red and huge as a tomato almost concealed their small beady black eyes. And their dome-shaped heads blinked angry red neon lights. They were like little devil mushrooms. The little maniacal creatures shuffled angrily on their toeless limbs as they bared their glinting fangs at Alex and Clara. As they parted to the side to make a narrow aisle, a meter taller and puckered Skibblitz tottered towards the pair.

That was when Sheila, off to the side, made her move, flicking a fork with effortless precision. The chopstick hit home, and Skeleton staggered back, a gaping wound in his shoulder. The tough guy everyone had their eyes on was down for the count. "Who the heck are you?!" Skeleton gasped, pain twisting his features. "Scorpion Gang. The name is Sheila," she said, summoning her trademark scorpion with a flourish. Sheila? "The leader of the Scorpion Gang, a mid-tier Lord of War!" Skeleton's face was a picture of shock that looked even worse than before.

The smell of it—hot, metallic, wrong—hit the back of her throat and made her stomach heave. Two massive horns protruded from his skull, black as obsidian, spiralling upward like twisted, demonic antlers. Their tips glowed faintly—red-hot, as if they were forged from molten iron. They hummed with a low, almost inaudible vibration, like blades fresh from the forge, hungry for flesh. His eyes burned. Not gold. Not amber. But a violent, hungry fire. They were pits of molten metal, bright enough that for one dizzying second, she thought she saw shapes moving in them—cities collapsing, forests blazing, stars winking out.