Mystery Skulls Ghost Novels & Stories

The Ghost Domain had its own ways. But before he even had a chance to throw the yellow paper money, he saw the boy standing in the dark, and with just a flick of his fingers, he casually crushed a the evil spirits skull. He took a closer look, and this wasn't some deserted road at all, it was basically his own road to ruin. The boy was stepping on who knows how many ghost bones. He and his own skeleton got so scared their legs went numb, and they heard someone over there shakily calling the boy Young Master.

This made me wonder if they were skeletons. " Are this real?" Lena asked to whisper as if reading my mind and I shrugged in return " I don't think so" " They are real," the harsh lady said out of the blue and that made us squealed in fear. We didn't know she was listening to our conversation. "These skulls and Skeletons all belong to our forefathers, our hero. They are kept here for reference purposes. People of high rankers are the only ones allowed to enter here. Then why are we here? I thought to myself.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

"Rodger, Dr. Andrews." I walk around with my flashlight and see that there seems to be a hidden section behind a wall. I peek around and get the scare of my life. I see a pile of human bones and skulls. The skull is placed in such a weird location, that it seems like it is staring at me. Roman shines his flashlight over to me and asks; "What is wrong, Dr. Andrews?" After catching my breath, I say; "Oh, nothing much. Just human remains behind this wall." Roman asks, confused;

It only meant that what he was about to reveal was not good. "Fine, I promise," I relented. I was curious to know who was behind it. "Those men are called the Skulls and Crows, an organized criminal outfit," He said. "Please do not tell me that they are somehow connected to Renaissance," I implored him. He balefully nodded, affirming my worst fears. I sighed and finally sat down on the couch some feet away from his work desk. We were both couped up in his study so we could have some privacy. As much as I loved his mother, she was too meddlesome.

Although it was just a light glance, it immediately made the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion's heartstrings tighten and his internal organs twitch. "How, how could this be... the Nine Dead Ghostly Infant Thunder..." "You're... talking about this..." Caspian raised his hand. A black skull the size of an adult's fist was tossed and flung in his palm. Although it was impossible for the skull to put on an expression, at this moment, the cultivator of the Ghost-killing Pavilion could clearly feel the Rancorous Qi and Nether Spirits inside the skull trembling in fear. The cultivator’s face immediately turned green and white.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Suddenly she could place the odor being carried in the wind--it was the stench of rot and spilled blood, of putrefying flesh. Along the bottom of the palisades were sun-bleached, weathered skulls, whipped white and clean by the wind and the sun. Along the top, the skulls looked fresher. That is, they were still clearly peoples heads--thick manes of black hair, skin mostly intact. But the skulls in the middle were someplace between mortal and monster: The frayed skin was peeling back, leaving dried brown blood on bone. The faces were stretched tight with what might have been terror or rage. Lawrence staggered away, hoping for a breath of air that didnt stink of rot, but not finding it.

She screamed in dismay and pointed behind Alex while shivering. Alex and Luna turned their heads instinctively. When they saw that scene, they immediately took a few steps backwards. After that, they watched the skull burrow out of the soil. Alex did not take action immediately as he wanted to find out what this thing actually was. As a result, that thing jumped vigorously and crawled out of the ground. It was really a skeleton. The dense mass of white bones were covered in Yin energy. The creepiest part was that there was a faint red glow in its dark eye sockets, making it seem extremely creepy.

Master Zha used a spell and pointed at Qin Haodong, shouting, "Eat this man!" The huge skull opened its bloody mouth and rushed toward Qin Haodong with a sharp roar. It grew bigger and was almost as big as the whole room when it was floating in front of him. Its mouth was big enough to swallow an adult. The most terrible thing was that there seemed to be an evil ghost in every part of the skull. It was also roaring at Qin Haodong with its bared fangs. Qin Haodong shook his head and raised his hand. The mirror of Yin-Yang suddenly appeared. He shouted, "Come here!"