Skull Crawler Novels & Stories

Dad added as he stood up from his spot on the sofa before grabbing his opened laptop and positioning it properly on his elbow before trying to pick his phones up from the hand rest of the sofa. I picked the phones and handed them to him which he placed on the laptop before looking at me blankly. "I'll take care of it with my all, I promise!" I informed my Dad, my fingers unconsciously covering the pendant of the choker as if trying to shield it from anything harmful. "I know you will, I just want you to know how dangerous this small necklace is. Some thieves can cut off your neck just to get this necklace cause it's a pure. It doesn't fade, it glows forever, like you." Dad's voice infiltrat

Sensing time may be shorter than they realized the pair picked up the pace, crate in hand. The ground rumbled and the water bubbled, a giant claw emerged from the water, and then another. Thick trails of slime oozed down the forearm and a long scaly snout displaced the water. Like the smaller versions, this abomination had a long bone horn in the middle of its head. Rows and rows of yellow warped teeth greeted them in anger. The narrow pupils eyed them with suspicion and contempt. Aurelia knelt next to the crate and grabbed the flint and steel. "Keep it busy," She whispered. Despite the fuel on the rag, the moisture in the air made it difficult to light the rag, "How much longer Zinjo shoute

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

Adrianne's POV The room was dark, faintly lit by candles. The room was tiny and there was only one means of escape. The door. The window was too high and the room smelt of burnt matches, wax, dirt, blood and hopelessness. A girl, not more than twenty one had her arms shackled to the wall. Her face was wet with tears and her voice was cracked from her screams. The door creaked open and she lifted her face. It was a ghastly sight as the right side of her face was a forgotten mass of tissue and blood.

Its body lurched towards her so fast it was a blur, she raised her shield as Aren shouted “Layana! That’s a Crawler!” Kayden looked at him, his eyes shocked, those were beasts that were said to roam the forbidden lands - however, he had never ever seen one in person. “We’ll handle the crawler, Layana you focus on the riders,” he said furtively, right now their best chance was for them to focus on the Crawler. Layana nodded as Aren spun his sword,

“You have no place here. You’re a criminal. You’ve hurt the Alpha, and you have the audacity to show your face here after escaping arrest?” I stiffened, but Declan’s voice rang out, “That’s enough. There is clearly a misunderstanding here.” The room fell silent at his words. Even the Elders, who usually exuded such confidence, seemed taken aback by his authority. “I was attacked,” Declan continued, his gaze resting on them, “but not by Raven.” He let the words settle in the air before continuing. “There’s a skin crawler in the palace.” A ripple of shock passed through the room. Skin crawlers were rare, terrifying creatures, known for their ability to take on the form of anyone they desired,

“Well, I should prepare to [Teleport] now.” Suddenly, a cracking sound came from behind him. Crone’s attention was taken and he turned around. The large pieces of rubble were twitching as if it was alive, but it was not the rubble itself that was alive, clearly. Crone couldn’t help but smile. “Pretty tough aren’t you?” The large piece of rubble finally moved over. What came out of the piece of rubble did not look human nor any of the other species. It had crimson red hair, its body was stark white and as if it was covered in armor. Its eyes were like that of an insect’s but sharper on the edges and its frame was also quite large and muscular.

"It will take a lot of focus, and that's where the twist is." I announced. "What twist?" He stopped us. "We have moved quite deep into the cave and if there is a total black out without lights, we will release the crackens." I announced. "That sounds bad. What are crackens?" He asked me. "Let's just say that they are giant flesh eating insects that thrives in the dark and senses fear as their sense of mobility. They can't see but they are triggered to move towards your fear." I said. "Well, that's simple then. We do not need to off the torch. You will just cast the spell then."

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.

Chapter 101: Hounds From Hell Unknown Location, Unknown State... Snakeskin boots touched down onto white dust as the infamous killer kidnapper known fully as Jarrett Quinton Beaulieu slid out of his truck. His keen narrow eyes had been fixated on a rather impressive but barely held-together hunting shack as he gripped a silver barrel shotgun and made his way up the small wooden steps and into the front door. There had been a good deal of blood splattered about the place, remains and carcasses of dead animals of various kinds, and an occasional human body or two shot through the heart and lying where they had been dropped Jarrett had not been a stranger to nature, no stranger to nature at all