Mystery Skulls Ghost Novels & Stories

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

Weapons emerged from the pool of blood, and finally, the skeletons wobbled before Chase, numbering more than a dozen. Chase leaped onto one of the skeletons' shoulders. The skeleton crumbled to dust under his weight. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of energy swept over the skeletons, reducing them all to ash. Chase turned his gaze back to the woman behind the tent. She was now giggling silently while covering her mouth. Smiling, he wondered aloud, "Are there any real monsters or ghosts around here?" The woman's movements were stiff as she slowly raised an arm and pointed to herself.

Some leaned in, intrigued, their expressions curious but others recoiled, clearly repulsed by the intensity and the rancid stench, hurrying past with averted gazes. Above the narrow doorway, a crookedly nailed wooden sign read ‘Obsidian Mystique’ in jagged, uneven script, as if carved by an unsteady hand. Perched precariously atop the sign was a grand, eerily realistic skull, meticulously carved from a single piece of dark, polished wood, its empty eye sockets seeming to follow every movement on the street. A chill traced its way down Lilias’s spine, prickling at the nape of her neck. Her gut, honed by years of her own craft and an innate sensitivity to magical energies, warned her instincti

The once-familiar space now seemed foreign, a relic of a bygone era. My gaze shifted to the mounted head of a wolf, its glassy eyes seeming to stare into the soul. I'd return to it in a moment, but for now, my attention was drawn to the adjacent shelf. The hair on the human skulls had long since dried out, a grim reminder of the lives I played with. Among them, one skull stood out - the remains of the man who had been the mastermind behind it all.

Aria There’s literal fucking bones and human skulls all over the floor, and it’s seriously messing with my head. Like, what the actual fuck is this place? And the worst part? These bones don’t even look that old. They’re not ancient or dusty or decayed enough to be forgotten relics. They look... recent, fresh even, and that makes my skin crawl. “What the hell’s going on? Why are there skulls here?” Lucas asks, eyes narrowing as he turns to Shiva. Her face doesn’t give away shit though, like she’s trying real hard to keep her thoughts to herself.

We had reached the woods. A sudden wave of nostalgia swept over me as we disembarked, the path reminding me of Ellen. It seemed all shamans lived in isolation, cut off from the world. We pressed forward, until we arrived in front of a cave. “We’re here,” Luna announced. At the entrance, dried skulls were hinged around the cave’s opening, their hollow eyes staring out at us. Some of the skulls looked animalistic, others distinctly human. One in particular sent a chill down my spine, its eerie, vacant gaze seeming to follow me.

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance. Elongated nails that were as black as the dark night. A body that seems to be fading she could almost call it a ghost if not for the fact that she was really looking at it. No form of nose, eyes mouth or ears, just a black foggy head. What was it? Suddenly, bright reddish orbs blazed open from the formless head and looked straight at her, spellbinding her that she just couldn't look away. There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it.

Professor Derrick turned to look at me. "I think I stepped on something." I said to him, He nodded as we both slowly, yet simultaneously began to look down. I raised my legs and realized it was a skull. My soul nearly jumped out of my body at the sight of it. "That's..." I said whimpering and shaking as I held him with both hands now. "A skull." He responded like it was nothing. I mean, it had to be nothing to one who spent time killing but wait, I used to think vampires dissipate when killed? So why was he not affected by the skull?

For some time there, she had actually contemplated the fact that she might not get Scarlett after all, it seemed like something that would be possible if she had enough power to stop Meera from getting to her and seeing her family surround her, she felt she would have to do a lot of killing before she could get to her. But Meera had her here right now, she already had her and she noticed the way Scarlett's eyes were fixated on the stack of skulls that she kept in the corner. They were a reminder to her, her trophies and she would be delighted to show them to Scarlett and let her know whose skulls those were. She could already sense that Scarlett sort of knew what the skulls were, she already