Mystery Skulls Ghost Novels & Stories

All of a sudden she appeared before Hea. Hea's feet were glued to the ground and a shiver ran down her spine. She saw a meager female in front of her eyes that had a hole in her neck and the blood flowed down from it all. These ghosts had terrible scars upon their appearance which had died in terrible traffic accidents. She tilted her head and a malicious grin appeared on her face. She screamed with her whole heart and Jungkun repulsed the ghost lady with his powers. Her strange and stinky coil smell hit her nose and she felt nauseous. She couldn't tolerate the smell and started throwing up.

What did his parents mean to pass on these skulls? "You guys are dead?" The skull's teeth chattered as it grinned. The atmosphere which looked gloomy and tense, was even more terrifying when the graphic leader brandished his sword. "We are still alive, it's just that we don't have flesh and blood." Vasilio wanted to ask again but didn't. He immediately opened a portal and had the skeleton team follow him inside. The portal connected to the spacious courtyard of the mansion. When he reached the courtyard, the guards immediately saluted. However, when the guards saw that a skeleton was catching up with their master, they immediately took up arms.

Above them, the ceiling cracked open, revealing a starless sky that pulsed like a beating heart. Nihareth lifted both arms. "Bring me the final relic." A female follower approached, cradling an ornate golden skull wreathed in thorns. She knelt and offered it forward, her hands trembling. "The Skull of Orun, taken from the old vault in the east." Nihareth took it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned to the altar and placed the skull into the hollow at its center. The air turned colder instantly. The ground beneath them shook.

he muttered. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered. Willa watched him smile faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching as his head tilted to the side. Her gaze followed his, and by the corner, other ghosts stood whispering to one another. “What are they?” The handsome stranger’s face inched dangerously close, catching Willa off guard. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her dress, and her pupils danced. “Writers always end up meeting the skeletons in their cupboards here,” he whispered, his breath fanning her like a new fragrance from her favorite vendor. “Let’s see how long you hold the truth,” he added.

I squinted, trying to make out my surroundings, but it was too dark to see anything clearly. The ground beneath me cracked ominously as I shifted, and I almost fell again. Curious—and horrified—I reached down, my fingers brushing against something smooth and cold. I brought it closer, trying to make it out in the shadows, and then froze as the shape became clear—a human skull, empty sockets staring back at me. A scream tore from my throat as I dropped it, the bone shattering as it landed on what felt like an endless layer of bones beneath me.

' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine. 'The rest of her skeleton is there, but her skull is missing. ' My heart beat skyrocketed and my hands became sweaty. That was not good at all, that skull obviously represented something. For someone to go through such an extend to retrieve bones? it must have been one hell of an important object to them. I remembered coming across a drawing in my mothers journal.

It was like this, due to the fact that there were hidden corridors in that huge old house that belonged to his great-grandfathers during the war, which led to the mausoleum, that there was also a passage that led to the woods behind the house, he took advantage of the fact that his parents to sleep to start his collection of skulls and heads that he imagined killing his parents and putting them there, one by one. They were the victims of the streets that he chose, one by one, where he approached them in the street with his dagger, where he killed them, ripping off their heads, disembowelling them and dissecting corpses, if their parents were not one of his victims, he cut the cable of the ca

“I’ve broken all those runes. You all can enter here now although I have to warn you not to touch any of her stuff. They might have some magic in them.” Walking further inside Blair’s lair, I noticed that one of the skulls was actually different than the others. It wasn’t a wolf or human, it somewhat looked like the head of a dinosaur or something. I moved my attention away and began searching for Blair’s soul. It seemed that my mother was quite confident that no one would ever get past her many layers of protection that she hadn’t exactly hidden Blair’s soul. Instead, it was in plain sight, resting on the dresser.

No magic shone from its sockets, but she heard it again. “…burn it all down…” She backed away. “I—I heard something,” she whispered. Mochi stepped beside her, eyes narrowed. “Where?” “There,” Emilia pointed, her voice tight. “The skull. It said my name.” Mochi murmured a detection spell, her hand glowing faintly. She held it toward the skull—but nothing reacted. “It’s residual magic,” she said after a moment. “Old enchantments layered into the bones. It reacts to people like you—powerful bloodlines. It’s not conscious. Just… echoes.”

I hope I can protect her when the time comes. I hope she can resist Cassandra. Bones lay scattered across what was once a large reception area. Not human bones, though. Animals. Dogs, boars, and alligators. Large birds—herons or egrets, most likely. Curtis bent low to examine a particularly large skull. “These bones,” he said. “They all have marks on them. Teeth marks, but it doesn’t make sense.” He shifted the large skull to better see the marks. Large insects scurried in all directions, upset their home had been disturbed.