Skull Beneath The Skin Novels & Stories

As it got closer, Blake could see the creature more clearly. The body was that of an oversized dog, no more of a wolf, with its straight and seemingly sharp black hair. There was a skull in the shape of a dog in place of its head with no eye sockets or mouth to be seen but a crack along the center of the skull. The creature was moving its head from side to side, and then the center of the skull head opened. Within were what looked like red membranes, and a mighty sonic shriek was heard from the opening. It reminded Blake of a movie he once saw with a similar animal called a Shrieker.

' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine. 'The rest of her skeleton is there, but her skull is missing. ' My heart beat skyrocketed and my hands became sweaty. That was not good at all, that skull obviously represented something. For someone to go through such an extend to retrieve bones? it must have been one hell of an important object to them. I remembered coming across a drawing in my mothers journal.

and there's a single humerus, a couple of the larger ribs, a scattering of vertebrae and other bones which, with my limited knowledge of anatomy, I can't put a name to. Juliana's skull lies, resting on one cavernous cheek, amid the scatter of bony detritus. Only a few dark stains on the concrete, a few ragged threads of dried flesh hanging from the skull, testify to this once being a living person. The show's over. What's left? The pain in my sunken gut is intense. When I hold out my hand, it shakes. No effort on my part brings it under control. Thirsty... I'm so thirsty...

Still, it couldn’t get inside. I breathed heavily, feeling a brief sense of safety inside the hole. I opened my eyes and saw the rough, rocky surface of Stalagtor’s body looming above me. My eyes narrowed as I noticed a crystal core located in the center of its chest, surrounded by its rocky skin. It was well-protected but visible through the cracks in the creature's tough exterior whenever it moved or breathed. This crystal seemed crucial to its survival and its connection to the cave.

My chest rose as I took a deep breath to calm myself and stepped forward. I was inside. My eyes locked on the skeleton, still curled on the floor, its empty sockets staring into the dark like it was guarding something. “It... it moved,” I said, eyes wide, staring as the skull’s empty sockets now looked straight at me.

When he emerged, his face was ashen. In his hands, he carried something wrapped in rotting velvet something that caught the green light and threw it back in dull, bone-white reflections. He set it on the examination table beside me. His hands were shaking. The velvet fell away. It was a skull. Human. Male. Ancient, by the yellowing of the bone. But what made my heart stop wasn't its age, like it was the crack running from temple to jaw, and the single word carved into the forehead in jagged, deliberate strokes:

He sensed a very strange aura on the other side of this ‘end’. “Is there something fishy going on here?” Andrius tried to punch the wall of the cave. Crash! In an instant, the wall which was about a foot thick shattered into countless fragments, falling to the ground. There was indeed something else there. Andrius instinctively passed through the hole and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he was deeply shocked. He saw a huge skull! The skull’s size far exceeded Andrius’ imagination. It was almost larger than any living creature he had ever seen. Just lying there, it was several stories tall. One could only imagine how huge its entire body was.

The ground starts to rumble and everyone is visibly shaken. "What's happening?," Michael asked stepping back as he realized scrawny looking beings were coming out from beneath the ground. They were probably dead as they possessed a skull-shaped head with little or no skin on it and their bones were visible while their legs were not as the black gown on their body hung down past their legs. It was like they floated in the darkness, making screeching sounds. The sight was horrific to behold and Sarah could feel her heart thudding heavily against her chest as she managed to keep her sanity.

One wrong move on the ice could expose the monster hiding inside him. The crowd noise crashed over Kane Harlan like thunder the moment he stepped onto the frozen surface. Twenty thousand fans screamed for blood and he planned to give them exactly that. He pushed off hard, skates biting into the ice as the game exploded into motion around him. Cold air burned his lungs but he welcomed it. This was his world. This was where he could let the beast loose just enough without anyone knowing. A rival winger came flying down the wing with the puck. Kane met him like a wall. Their bodies collided with a loud crack that echoed through the arena.

I move closer, facing Jena with my back to Doc Sylvia. It takes no time to find mine. It’s right at the base of my skull, just inside the hairline. So unless you’re someone who plays with your hair a lot you would never notice the tiny scar and bump under the skin. I mean for me, it could be mistaken as part of the scarring that Kaley gave me.