Skull Crawler Novels & Stories

Luther screamed out, rubbing his head in irritation. “We don’t have keys?” Cassius shouted nervously. “Just take fucking them…” suddenly Luther’s eyes caught the blueprint's box and he quickly rummaged through it. “Fuck yes!” He grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Noelle, Winnie and Cassius are waiting for them. Luther was entering the basement when a fired wooden roof fell just in front of him. He dodged and jumped back gasping for breath as his heart accelerated.

The sound slithered through my spine, a cold echo that felt like it could freeze my very soul. Was she toying with us? Was she just that psychotic? A demon with a twisted sense of humor? Then the massive form emerged from the depths. My heart skipped a beat as I glimpsed the creature a hulking, monstrous figure rising out of the water. It was Cancer, the Crab, with its oversized shell, eight powerful legs, massive pincers, and those terrible, protruding black eyes that locked onto us like a predator with no intention of mercy. He turned toward me with a wide grin, his deep voice rumbling through the flooded arena.

Xander growled as the bay doors hissed open. He didn't wait for a parachute. He dropped five hundred feet into the snowy pines, his golden aura erupting into a localized shockwave upon impact. The forest floor shattered, sending a spray of frozen earth and splintered wood into the air. The Sköll-Kin didn't flee. They emerged from the shadows of the logging cabins, their forms distorted by unstable Aetheric injections—twisted, grey-furred monstrosities with eyes that burned with a manic, violet light.

Not the way wolves do — higher in pitch, not as alive. From the far end of the Hollow came movement. Dozens of them. Not the tall ones from the clearing. They were smaller hunched, limbs too long eyes glowing faintly. Crawlers. That’s what Serena pictured when she saw them. As if they had forgotten how to walk on two feet.Along Their skin looked as if it had been stitched from shadow. “They see us,” Lucian said under his breath.

I wanted to be dead and I wanted to be dead now because this pain was unbearable and it was cruel. "You stole my mate," Luca ground out as I felt a jolt in my side where he forced the knife and I could see my blood pooling at my feet as I moved my hand over the wound. He then forced the knife into my stomach and dragged it down before pulling it out and put it against my throat. His eyes were now charcoal and his claws were making an appearance. He put his lips against my ear and whispered, "you tried to steal my pups, murder my best friend and ruin my pack. You kidnapped two innocent children and you are one sick man."

The strong scent of sulfur started to fill the area as the hand clawed at the ground in an attempt to pull whatever was attached to it up towards me. "Fuck," I hissed, when the top of a skull with glowing red eyes suddenly peeked over at me. "What the hell are you?" It didn’t take me long to find out. The head was soon followed by a skeletal body that seemed to be made out of some sort of metal that was wrapped in fire. As it stood, it began to tower over me, all the while keeping its fiery gaze fixed on me. "Shit, you must be the next trial."

Dark as black. The sides of his face were tattooed with a dreadful image of a human skull with a single red rose flower in it’s mouth... the stalk of the rose flower running straight into his pinna. He wore diamond earrings - they lined up at the edges of his pinna (outer ear). His teeth was surprisingly pure white and well arranged. With two golden incisors clearly visible. He looked like the word 'fear' in capital letters. Then he was as huge as the devil himself.

The sound slithered through my spine, a cold echo that felt like it could freeze my very soul. Was she toying with us? Was she just that psychotic? A demon with a twisted sense of humor? Then the massive form emerged from the depths. My heart skipped a beat as I glimpsed the creature a hulking, monstrous figure rising out of the water. It was Cancer, the Crab, with its oversized shell, eight powerful legs, massive pincers, and those terrible, protruding black eyes that locked onto us like a predator with no intention of mercy. He turned toward me with a wide grin, his deep voice rumbling through the flooded arena.

the figure said. They looked. Beneath the cracks in the earth, something was moving. Something massive. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years. "It's not a drone," Richard whispered, his face turning grey. "No," Joshua said. "It’s a Gravekeeper." The first Gravekeeper clawed its way out of the earth, its metal limbs grinding against the stone. It stood ten feet tall, its eyes burning with a cold, blue fire that made the drones look like candles.

Due to this, they were only mindless monsters that should be kept away even when their number was astronomical. But even in a mindless group like Skinwalker creatures, there still existed a supreme being—the leader of the pecking. And it was the most intelligent among those stupid creatures, the Skin Crawlers. Though the Skin Crawlers were indeed at the top of the ranks, compared to the werewolves, they could not beat the werewolves who moved in packs and relied on tactical strategies and rankings to enhance their skills and hide the weakness of every werewolf. That was also the reason why the Skin Crawlers were often dubbed as muscle brains. The fact that the leading Skin Crawlers, the most