Skull Beneath The Skin Novels & Stories

Thaila's Pov It was indeed a werewolf, but its skull was laying a few feet away from its body, half-hidden beneath frost. Its human shape was unmistakable but also wrong. The jaw was warped. The teeth were too long and sharper than natural. The bones, scraped and gnawed. My stomach tightened. “What happened here?” I asked quietly. Kael crouched beside the remains. His expression shifted into something unreadable. “Starvation,” he said.

Above them, the ceiling cracked open, revealing a starless sky that pulsed like a beating heart. Nihareth lifted both arms. "Bring me the final relic." A female follower approached, cradling an ornate golden skull wreathed in thorns. She knelt and offered it forward, her hands trembling. "The Skull of Orun, taken from the old vault in the east." Nihareth took it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned to the altar and placed the skull into the hollow at its center. The air turned colder instantly. The ground beneath them shook.

Even the god Anuxis and the other Archons writhe in pain. With a collective scream, everyone clutches their heads, their faces contorted in expressions of unbearable agony. They are the Skinning of the mind, abominable creatures with the power to invade and control the minds of their victims. They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld.

I said. He shook his head. “Defects don’t present symmetrically like this. And look here.” He moved the cursor to her rib cage. “The rib structure is slightly thicker. And her bone marrow density is far beyond normal human range.” I stared harder. “And this…” He shifted to her skull. “There is subtle expansion at the base. It resembles neurological reinforcement. Almost as if her body is built to handle transformation-level stress.” “That’s ridiculous,” I snapped. “I will say the same. I have not seen anything like this.” he replied. “How can her anatomy be so different from that of a human when she looked like a human?”

They cut under the chin first. And even full of drugs, he felt pressure swell from that point around his neck, a phantom noose pulling tight in the scalpel’s wake. Then, gloved fingers dug under the edge and slowly peeled the skin up and away from his face. Finally, it pulled free. His skull popped out of its skin and hair cap with a plop and thumped wetly onto the table. He stared with horrified fascination into the mirror above at the reflection of his new face; the bald, gristle-spotted pate, cavernous eyes and cheekbones, looming nose-hole and grinning-death teeth.

Adea groaned as her body was battered by the fall. That was when she registered the pain in her ankle, which shot up her leg when she tried to move. She must have sprained it in the fall. She then remembered the cracking sounds and realized that she was lying on top of a nest of something small, narrow and hard. Adea reached underneath her to grab one of the objects. It was almost too dark to see anything, but there was no mistaking the rock-like texture of a bone. She was lying in the rotting remains of a Human skeleton.

They were not even sure whether Caspian had received the signal or not. But at this moment, they were not afraid at all. As if sensing everyone's emotions, the black-robed man lifted a hand and slowly took off his black robe hood. Beneath the hood was a shriveled head that looked like a skull. The only difference between the skull and it was that the head was not white, but purple because of the flesh. Two balls of green light lit up in the deep sunken eye sockets. They looked like gloomy ghost fire, causing the surrounding temperature to suddenly drop.

The little guy was in shock and even on the brink of tears. His knee was bent at an unnatural angle, the skin there was already swelling and darkening. Crimson blood trickled from the deep scrape. But what sent a jolt of terror gushing through me was the way his shinbone jutted awkwardly beneath the skin, showing it was clearly broken.

He unscrewed a small tube of ointment, squeezed a bit onto his fingertips, and began to apply it gently to the bruised skin. I flinched at the first touch. His head snapped up immediately, his eyes flashing with something dangerous. He looked at me like my pain was a personal offense, like he couldn’t stand the thought of me hurting under his watch. “It’s okay,” I whispered quickly. “I’m fine.” He didn’t answer. His face had hardened into that same impenetrable mask, but beneath it I could see the cracks. His fury was barely leashed, simmering just under the surface, but his touch… his touch was careful. Almost tender.

Kelsa realized that the doctor's plan was feasible but extremely difficult to execute. How were they going to hide two life babies from two scary bodybuild guards without them making a sound? Actually, this basement did not have a window. It was specifically designed with only one way to exit. The door. What could they do? "Yes! I know what to do!" Doctor Brown said excitedly as he thought of a plan immediately. He used gauze to cover the mouth of the little ones and used plaster to shut them up. After that, he hid them behind the door in an orderly manner.