Sket Novels & Stories

)) a searing pain spreads through my body as it has now re-appeared behind me and latched onto my shoulder, just barely missing my mark, I make a quick dip and scream as I feel my skin tear I quickly draw my ankle knife that's been dipped in Poison Dart Frog Secretion and turn stabbing it in the chest and dragging the knife all the way down *screeeeeeeeech screeeeeeeech screeeeeeeech * Skaii then delivered the fatal blows by stabbing it with the Kyoketsu through the heart from behind then ripping it's head from it's body, blood spurted out from it's neck and chest and it fluttered around on the ground then stopped. I sat down gripping my shoulder, man it hurts like hell! {{ Jewel! are you ok

Nick's pov; I can't believe she bought Skillet band tickets to console me. Skillet is an American Christian rock band formed in Memphis, Tennessee, in 1996. The band currently consists of husband John Cooper and wife Korey Cooper along with Jen Ledger and Seth Morrison. The band has released ten albums, two of which, Collide and Comatose, received Grammy nominations. It's hard to get tickets but she still managed to get them for me. I wonder why she's trying this hard to console me.

Connor was startled and asked, “Who are you!?” Skye looked at him coldly and said, “I’m here to take your life.”

-SKELETON DAGGER / RARITY: NORMAL TO RARE (BLUE TAG)- STR: 4 AGI: 5 DURABILITY: 100/100 AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES IN FRONT, BY THE GREAT POTENTIAL THE WEAPON IS NEAR TO RARE AND THE PERFECTION HUNDRED REFINEMENT IS VERY NEAR. IT'S SHAPE WAS METICULOUSLY COMPARE TO A COMBAT KNIFE. USING THE SKELETON AS A BASE ITS A DURABLE WEAPON THAT CAN FIGHT A HUNDRED BATTLE.

I asked, nudging him with my elbow. “Green men,” he replied, pointing to their handwritten label. “Symbols of our union with nature, fertility, rebirth. That sort of thing.” I wrinkled my nose. “Only one of those applies to me. I’m pretty unnatural. He’s kind of creepy, isn’t he?” “I don’t know,” Skye said, cocking his head to one side. “I quite like him.” Before I could retort, a wind-chime voice came from around a corner that I hadn’t noticed before. “At last,” the woman called. “You’re here.”

Arz then dashes toward it, but it flaps its wing sending Arz away with the heavy hurricane. "Arz!" Alfi exclaimed. Alfi draws Sketor, Jepitron, and Shikulo. Alfi dashes towards it fast. It flaps its wings and Alfi just punches the wind it made that the wind absorbed into Shikulo. Alfi then jumps to the front of both of its heads.

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

"No wonder you're not partying with us. You've got yourself a sure thing, don't you? Who needs a cleat chaser when you've got a classy act like that all to yourself?" A locker slams in the background. "You're a dick, Shivel," I snap. "Just because I have plans with a woman doesn't mean I'm going to fuck her. I can have fun with more than my dick, ya know." "No," he says. "You can't. None of us can. Soccer and pussy. They're the only things we need."