Mystery Skulls Song Novels & Stories

He rides a motorcycle with no helmet and forces me to buckle up? "It's the law," he adds by way of explanation. That's even funnier. I don't start laughing, though. If I do, tears might take over. I refuse to show weakness in front of any of these men and I'd like to keep it that way. Skull turns the music up loud signaling that this isn't a chat session. Good, I don't feel like deciphering the brain of another skinhead. The music he plays is old country and the twang grates on my nerves. How can anyone listen to this shit? I sit back in the seat and close my eyes. It's hot and the farther south we head, the hotter it gets. I should have changed into my shorts.

she cried out, but her words were swallowed by the darkness. Suddenly, a bright light shone directly on her face, blinding her. She squinted, trying to see who was there, but the light was too intense. The murmurs grew louder, and she felt hands grabbing her, pulling her in different directions. "Stop, please!" she begged, but no one listened.

What was I thinking when I told her I would surely help her to the final destination. It looked like a room, filled it lots of cobwebs hanging lifelessly on the celling and wall, I saw a stream of blood, oozing out a very awful smell. I looked around the room only to see human skulls hanged behind the door, Shivers ran down my spine. I got startled when I began to hear malevolent chants coming from the corner of the room. “Yeeee ancient Gavi.” “Yeee ancient kida.” “Yeee ancient Iye.”

Diana leaned forward, curious, and saw a human skull. Diana shouted, "What the—?!" She quickly slapped the skull and bag away. Mitbahl let out a screech. "Ah! My little little Bone!" He lunged forward, wailing. Diana furrowed her brow. "What is that?" Mitbahl clutched the bag. "I found it on the black market. It's supposed to be the skull of an ancient empress, unearthed by tomb raiders! It cost me my entire savings!"

I heard the dragon’s voice in my head. Getting to the entrance of a cave I saw old imprinted words at the top of the crave. Ignoring my fears, and allowing my curiosity to take over me, I hurried into the cave freezing almost at my sight. “Holy goddess! What a horrific sight to behold!” This cave was no different from a coven and I saw skulls littering almost the ground. Skulls which mostly belongs to kids or some kind of strange creatures. I snuffled in air of a familiar creature before my brain could process anything, I got hit brutally with my body crashing against a sharp cliff,

“She’s not real.” The girl stopped only a few feet away. And without warning— She unstitched her mouth. One thread at a time, the silver slithered out like living worms, falling into the cobblestone and vanishing. Her mouth opened. But she didn’t speak. She sang. Not words. Just notes. High. Haunting. Like a lullaby sung backwards. Cradle stepped back. “Kael—” He dropped to his knees, hands pressed over his ears, screaming.

" Ryan and I both peered inside. I was stunned to see that the speakers were the same rogue wolves Vivian had once claimed had tried to assault her. She seemed experienced in dealing with them. Tossing a small pouch their way, she said impatiently, "This is Moon Crystal. It should be enough for you to enjoy yourselves for months. Take it and disappear from Silver Moon territory." The rogues grabbed the pouch but sneered at her. "You used to brag about how much he loves you, yet all you could manage was this pathetic amount of Moon Crystal? "You'd have been better off staying with that Northern Alpha, at least he was generous."

He raised his hand, instinctively reaching out to pat my head, just like he used to do to calm me down. This time, I recoiled in disgust, stepping back without a second thought. Ryan's hand froze in mid-air. His eyes flickered with confusion as if he were trying to figure something out. Then, he saw it. My eyes were cold, distant—like I was looking at a stranger. For a moment, Ryan's hand trembled, and his expression faltered. He stepped forward, trying to get closer, but I quickly shot back, "Mr. Menzie, aren't you worried about Miranda getting upset?"

——- The basement of the old mill smelled like rust, mildew, and fear. I preferred it that way. The Skull member strapped to the chair had stopped screaming about twenty minutes ago. Now he just whimpered, blood dripping from his mouth where I’d removed two of his teeth with pliers. “Let’s try this again,” I said, my voice calm as I cleaned the pliers with a rag. “How do you keep finding us?” “I don’t… I don’t know anything, I swear…” I drove my fist into his broken ribs. He screamed, the sound echoing off the concrete walls.

The improvised song spoke of moonlight on water, of unexpected treasures found in darkness, of a human woman with eyes like daylight and a mind sharp as dwarven steel. He sang, his fingers dancing across the strings, "What would you do if you found a human to love? How do you convince her to stay? Would you hide her away? Would you collar her throat with your colors and silver? Would you protect her or cause her to shiver?" He sang the last line with a smirk. Skotos's expression shifted from confusion to shock to understanding in the span of three verses. By the song's conclusion, his eyes had widened to an almost comical degree, and he leaned against a shelf of drums for support.