Skull Beneath The Skin Novels & Stories

Her sore neck slowly tilted to the upper side, a cracking sound, like a bone snapped was clear as the dawn outside of the greenhouse. There, just how clear her vision could ever be, a skinny woman posture like animal that stands on four leg was hanging up there, with her hair filled with dirt and tangling to each other hanging upside down. Her arm that abnormally twist, broken bone under her skin. Kaylene's breathe stuck, as she was struck with the shocked view.

Until he burrowed a hole at the back of the monster ape's head, trying to attack its brain. With the skull broken, Chu Xun wormed his way into the head of the gigantic yeti. Inside he found a tangle of arteries and veins, each horrifyingly thick, until he saw the brain, a wrinkled and crumpled mush of soft tissues so grotesquely huge.

Sarah clicked her laptop and the photo of the skull appeared on the big screen. “ As you can see from the scale bar I have placed by the skull, it is much larger than a normal skull, I looked around for a skull of comparable size from various archaeological digs from the 1960’s onwards and I have I didn’t find anything that was anywhere near the size of this one. Usually, adult male skulls are larger than females but this is the biggest I have ever come across, however, the lack of brow ridges tells me that this is skull belonged to a female rather than a male.

(Sasu) Nudging at the Alehandro that were sticking close to him with his elbow, it's true that the skeleton has never really damaged the corpse the dragged. But since now the corpse have a living being inside, although the corpse already dead but they ho hid inside of it were very much alive. After much deliberation, this boar monster were chosen due to it's large build and also it's thick hide and meat, it would be able to provide them with a protective layer in case the undead skeleton decided to break the patterns.

I repeated this move several more times, to no avail. After my last blow had landed, his face turned back towards me. I got to see what Juan Hernandez was truly made of. I'd taken a chunk of his synthetic skin off from the top of his chin to the bottom of his nose. The left half of his lips were gone completely and a fist sized hole in his cheek showed the shiny metal skeleton that was his skull. His brow wrinkled as he snarled at me for causing his 'flesh' so much damage. It wouldn't be an easy repair, and I took whatever solace I could out of knowing that I'd at least been a minor nuisance.

I gently lift her heavy, dark hair, piling it atop her head so I can reach the nape. The cloth falls from my hand, splashing back into the basin. There, right at the base of her skull, hidden by her hairline, is a mark. I blink, thinking it’s a bruise. A contusion from the blow she took. But it’s too defined. The lines are too sharp. I lean closer, my heart beginning to hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I trace it with a trembling finger. The skin isn't raised like a scar or swollen like an injury. It’s flat. Black. Like ink that has been burned into the flesh from the inside out.

The creature crawled into the light. It was a nightmare of corrupted geometry. It looked like a wolf that had been put through a meat grinder and reassembled by a glitching AI. It had no skin, only a skeletal framework wrapped in a pulsating, oil-slick layer of Shadow Matter. Its forelimbs were two massive, sickle-shaped bone blades that struck the stone floor with the precision of a clockwork mechanism.

Mariko informed them, which made the two boys nod. “Next is the temple. The reason why most suicidal attempts or snipers always target the temple is that the skull in the temple is thinner. Under the skull in the same region, run arteries which provide the brain with blood. A severe hit can lead to excessive pressure on the brain and oxygen deprivation. It will be led to brain dead.”

Cori “The women do not leave your sight,” Dax said to Skull for the fifth time. The poor man had no idea what he was walking into. Skull was somewhere in his forties with a beard full of white hair. His old lady was a hair stylist though Skull was bald like Duke and didn’t need her services. He’d stuck with Dax when Dax took over the club. I’d never mistaken the cuddly bear for anything other than what he was. Killers R Us would hire him.

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.