Skull Pool Table Novels & Stories

And in the center—an altar. A skull rested on it. Massive. Cracked. Crowned with dull gold. Not wolf. Not human. Something stranger. Kael stepped forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s not a wolf.” Ezra walked closer, his breath catching in his chest. The skull had a shape that didn’t belong in this world—sharp, long, unnaturally curved. Wrong in a way that made his stomach twist. Below it, a flame burned. It didn’t float. It sat. Low. Blue. Quiet. But when Ezra stepped closer, it flickered in time with his pulse.

▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ “Sir?” “Hmm. . .?” “The marksman who shot you has been captured,” Jordan looked up at Skull, who was reporting the latest news update to his boss. “Where is he?” he asked as he took a swig of his liquor. His left hand held the glass while his injured right arm rested on his desk. “Down in the basement of the warehouse, sir,” Skull's eyes wandered from the neat pile of files on his boss's desk to the scattered sheets of paper which were sprawled out right in front of him. His eyes briefly stopped at the sight of the picture of a seemingly familiar woman.

Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths. Bloody weapons were stuck in between them here and there, an ax wedged between a massive bone I had no chance of recognizing and a skull; its edge blinked as the light from the walls next to it hit the sharp point. Squinting my eyes and taking a step closer to see, I swear it looked like the blood on it was still wet, still flowing down the handle. And sure enough, as I came closer, I saw the drops fall and land with a splat on an old little leather drum sticking out from the massive wall of skulls and bones.

Passing by another one, a woman was half undressed and pressed between two men who were both fucking her. Shiloh opened a door, and they walked out onto a rooftop patio. They approached the bar, and the bartender placed a glass of white wine in front of her. Pagan ordered a beer before looking at the crystal and silver glass. The silver stem looked like arm bones and a skeletal hand extended up to hold a silver spider web with a crystal flute inside. The bowl that the pretzels were in was shaped like a human skull. Pagan accepted the beer and asked how much he owed. The bartender smirked and walked away.

“I go right, you go left.” “Same drill as always Sarah, meet you in the middle.” On the north wall was the bar, it was U-shaped with 3 service wells. The bar top resembled a pool table with green felt, that was lacquered to a spit shine. The backbar shelves were made from pool cues and had a slight green colored glass top for the bottles to sit on. The pour spouts for the bottles were mini billiard balls . The bar stools were pub height, made from black ash wood, and had billiard ball designs on the seats. It was on theme, well built, and expensive.

She looks at me and then over to them finally broken from their trance and milling about talking together at the opposite end of the pool. The pool is a beautiful large rectangle edged in large flat stones so it resembles a natural lake rather than a modern pool. The concrete inside the pool is painted a light green with lights placed every few feet so it looks ethereal. It’s all one depth across, making pool games more fun, although it’s designed for the average tall werewolf, so I can barely touch.

I wаnder аround thе edge оf thе рool, cаrеful nоt tо get tоo closе tо thе wаter whеn аll оf а suddеn I bumр intо sоmеоne sо hаrd thаt I аlmost fаll in thе рool. I gаsp аs I try tо keep mysеlf steаdy. "I'm sо sоrry," I sаy tо thе persоn bеfоre mе. Нe tilts his hеаd аs а smirk curls uр оn his fаce. Disgusting. Нis blаck hаir hаs sоmе green highlightеd strаnds. Нe hаs а tаttоo оf а skull оn thе left side оf his nеck.

And a white fluffy faux rug lay under that couch, inviting to be used. But what caught my attention the most was a big pool table of sky blue in the middle of the room. A bloody pool table? Why this honeymoon cottage have a study or a pool table, I will never know. Sometimes it's really difficult to understand rich people and their idea of interest. The fourth door, the glass one I realize was gym. I can see all the training equipments inside through the transparent glass, along with Brandon. He was on the floor, shirtless, doing pushups. His back facing the door.

"Mrs Ples, that's the name of the skull currently on display at the Ditsong national museum of history in Pretoria, but little does everyone know that skull is actually the one of Rachel, swapped out when no one was looking" Jane typed in the details and found the pictures on the web "This?" She asked holding a photo clearly taken of this scull inside a glass case. "That's the one" Jane looked at Duke "What do you think?" "Its obviously the perfect hiding place, but just to be sure, I suggest we go burn it, crush it, whatever it takes" he said. "I like you two much better now" Lynette said, the rest almost forgot she was standing one side quietly.

Including that huge dragon skeleton, hanging in all its glory from several points in the ceiling, leaving the impression, as it was so scattered, that at any time it can grab someone in the room, running off. There were also, among others, hanging from the ceiling or placed on shelves, human skeletons and ... of many other kinds. Some whole ... and on the worktops even just pieces of them, such as various animal skulls or from more or less known creatures, some of them being used even as a container for various magic famous liqueurs and potions, but unknown to many of those beginners. There were phosphorescent green potions, red or even black and viscous potions in those skull-bowls.