Skull Crawler Novels & Stories

Even being around Lucifer didn’t turn my blood as cold as this place. I carry on down the rocky path, the screams and tormented cried only getting louder, as the cave opens out to reveal an enormous cavern. It stretched out above me, stalactites reaching down at me like hands of the dead souls which came before me. The pathway cut off a few feet before me, disappearing over the edge of what I could only describe as an indoor cliff.

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

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.

Becky leaned her head to the side in question, watching and waiting for Larin’s answer. “Shadow Crawlers. Think shadow forms that solidify long enough to attack before becoming insubstantial again. They form briefly into clawed hands, tentacles, and heavy clublike limbs. They rarely solidify completely, but if you can get one to do that, then they can be killed by hacking and slashing parts off them until they can no longer function. They’ll dissolve after that, leaving a black ooze behind.” “So, you’d recommend we get ourselves several large and sharp objects?” Evan came to stand with Gemma and look at the words.

A hairline fracture of sweat broke through her professional mask. "They're in the secondary vents. The filters are too small for a man. They’re using the Harvesters—the crawlers." I glanced at Dr. Julian Vane. He was huddled near the vanity, hands clawing at his disheveled lab coat as he stared at the ceiling. He looked like a man watching the blade of a guillotine slide into place. He knew what a crawler did to a specimen. They didn't kill for sport; they paralyzed the nervous system and harvested the contents of the womb in the field.

Nature vs nurture and all that. So I broke the attic window, and climbed down the pipes. Then my brain yearned to be in water. Unfortunately, the only way to get to Flower Moon river was to cross the Unclaimed Forest. So I did what I had to do. Who would be in the forest at three in the morning? Right, Werewolves—because like I mentioned it was a full moon.

He suddenly yanks my head forward, his fingers threading through my curls and my eyes widen, a tear sliding down my cheeks when he bobs my head down his cock, shoving his entire length in my mouth. "A…ale..x." The sound is hushed as I gag and Alex groans, his second hand moving to my hair. "That’s it, baby. Yes. Take it. Fucking take me." I use my free hand to hold his knee while the fingers rubbing my pussy start to move faster. "Yes! Yes, Arabella, yes! Fuck. I’m gonna come. Faster. Jesus Christ!" He shoots down my throat at the same time another orgasm ripples through me and I cough out saliva mixed with the cum I don’t swallow when Alex finally pulls out of me and releases my head.

But the weapons in the dungeon were not as good and sophisticated as the ones in the secret room. Adam took several weapons that were not shaped like pistols. In the form of matches, smoking pipes and head belts. Adam put it in his pocket and put a small box gun tied his waist, at first glance no one would ever realize if it was a gun. They would have thought it was just an ordinary headband.

The screen flashed with mocking symbols and a progress bar showing the data extraction in real time, accompanied by taunting messages from foreign hackers. "What—what do I do?! I don't know how to handle this!" Her voice cracked as she stared helplessly at the screen. "It's over," Julian muttered, his voice hollow. "It's all over." Watching the data drain away, he swayed unsteadily, realizing just how doomed he was. In desperation, his gaze fell on me, standing calm and composed to the side. A spark of hope flickered in his eyes as he yanked me toward the computer. "Skye! You know this stuff—you can fix it, right?"

Surrounding her were four creatures—my creatures. The skin walkers were grotesque, their bodies hunched and skeletal, with gray, leathery skin stretched too tight over their bones. Their limbs were long and twisted, their clawed hands scraping against the stone floor. Their faces were nightmares given form—eyes sunken deep, mouths filled with jagged teeth and unnaturally long, writhing tongues that licked across Aurora’s arms and neck. Aurora screamed again as one of them dragged its tongue across her cheek, leaving a glistening trail behind.