Skull Crawler Novels & Stories

The claws were slightly luminescent, with a ghostly glow reflecting its eerie presence. But nothing happened, I thought, watching helplessly as the Stalagtor advanced ever closer. I raised my hand and unleashed my magic, which burst forth from between my fingers like a bolt of lightning. A powerful shockwave struck a boulder next to the Stalagtor. It roared and neared me. Its head was triangular and flattened, with a face partially covered by a rugged, helmet-like formation resembling a large stalagmite. Its eyes were large, multifaceted crystals emitting a dim, eerie yellow light, the only illumination in the dark cave. These eyes could swivel independently, allowing the Stalagtor to keep c

My bones were expected to give a crack each day for their numerous xrays. "Why are you hellbent on using me? I don't want to be a beast" I yelled out loud enough for him to hear it. Sometines I imagine myself breaking out of these chains and snapping his neck out of his head but then I have no such strength as imagined in my head "If we can find this last blood. The blood of a repeller. She's out there as we speak and very near to us" 'Could she be the girl calling out to me? Well I know it's just a dream but it still is strange'

Not a synthetic human but an everyday human, or even a human on the verge of dying at that. But truth becomes harsh and cruel. "Stand again, Isabella." Hearing him name her name, Isabella appeared up blankly at Raven. His face becomes nevertheless absolutely without colour. But he become now no longer his normal self. The uncovered neck with the bandages off, not to mention strains of blood-sucking, even the flesh torn via way of means of fangs become regenerating. But across the white neck, there has been a pitch black crest that resembled thorns in shape.

The Revenant raised their hands to defend, ice forming in complex patterns. Kael crawled through the chaos. Nobody noticed him. Too small, too weak to be a threat. He reached the Revenant’s feet and grabbed an ankle. Golden light exploded from his hands. The Revenant screamed. Their form flickered, the fog-like quality burning away. What remained was human. A woman, maybe fifty, with grey hair and eyes that burned with fanatic intensity. And the bone crown wasn’t a crown at all. It was part of her skull. Grown into the bone. Fused permanently.

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

After spending roughly twenty minutes completely dismantling the corpse of the Swampland Crocodile King, Kirou was left with the following items: [You have received the following items: Excellent quality SCK leather x12, excellent quality SCK bones x6, excellent quality SCK claws x4, excellent quality SCK teeth x4, and 10 lbs of excellent quality SCK meat x4.] (In case it wasn't obvious: SCK=Swampland Crocodile King) Looking over his haul of items from the Swampland Crocodile King's corpse caused a smile to form on Kirou's face.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Her heavy breathing echoed through the tunnel. Every atom of her body ached, but the devastating pain had relented. Liv's chin rested on the clammy cave floor, but she didn't feel the grit and small rocks she had before. Slowly, she allowed her eyes to open and was surprised at what she saw. It was like looking through night vision goggles minus the green glow. She could see details of the craggy walls, and noticed an industrious spider weaving a web across a large crack. Did the bump on the head improve her vision? It was so strange.

The demon hisses, looking frantically out the windows for any signs of the creatures. Oh, f**k me. Crawlers were a type of hunting beast, trackers, like blood hounds. They lived in The Deadlands of The Underworld, forbidden to enter The Mortal Realm because they were deadly and unpredictable. Crawlers were about the size of a six foot tall human with enhanced speed and strength, and looked like pinkish/red lizards minus the tail. They have no visible eyes, smooth skin, and have four inch claws that could easily shred flesh like pulled pork. Not to mention the mouth of razor sharp teeth they have and the five foot tongue they shot out like a freaking frog. I do not want to meet a Crawler even

Zane grimaced with the warning for he wanted to get some action to blow up some steams. When he was there, Zack came across something as he was looking around the northern part of the forest. The place was hidden from the naked eye if one hadn’t been looking closely. There, Zack noticed a cave as its opening was covered with vines. He sniffed the air, trying to find any scent that might tell if the cave had been occupied or not. To his delight, Zack didn’t smell any for it was not being habituated by other animals. He decided to conquer the cave that Zack would turn into his sanctuary for the day—or permanently.