Skull Pool Table Novels & Stories

It was the darked skinned guy from the pool! His skin was a deep, rich shade, glistening slightly under the glow of the LED lights. The darkness of his complexion contrasted beautifully with his afro, which framed his face and added an air of mystery to his striking features. His physique was nothing short of mesmerizing. Broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, showcasing the impressive V-shape of his body. Each muscle was sculpted with precision, the contours of his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The chiseled abs, a perfect six-pack were breathtaking.

Kat seconded. “Crikey Moses!” Kat just burst out laughing. The knocking of balls excited me. I was not good like Brett, but I and Arella had a chance of winning. Brett agreed that I and my partner should start since he was a pool shark. I took two cues—one for me and one for her. She took it from me and muttered thank you, not meeting my gaze anymore. Everyone gathered around the table including Brett whose standing across us with Lorcan and Kat. Our drinks arrived, and I gave Denys a beer.

The thought of being trapped alone with him later made her shudder. They all lingered by the bar where the billiard table sat and the balls neatly lined up in a metal triangle with the cue stick adjoining it. "How nice to have a restaurant with a pool table too, Mr. Kim!" Emmeline exclaimed with a bright, mischievous smile. She and Taehyung both laughed spontaneously. After a moment, Taehyung cleared his throat and mentioned the game's instructions in an authoritative tone. "Each team must sink four balls into the pockets, which means we'll be using twelve balls total. The eight ball has to remain on the table until the very last one. Whoever pockets it before that automatically loses the ga

The Skull King Chapter 2 Cassini I lay back on the lounge chair in the shade while looking over the pool. We were on the top of a hill, so the city of Florence could be seen past the property a few miles into the distance. I read a book on my lap while I relaxed in my swimsuit, enjoying the summer heat while my cold drink perspired. Every few pages, my mind would start to wander. Wander to the man I met a few nights ago. He didn’t have a name, and his business card was even more unusual. The only detail was the sketch of a black skull. It was fossilized bone with a snake protruding out of the eye socket. I googled anything related to skulls online but couldn’t find anything relevant.

"In his room, he hides it under the boards below the window." I ease back the knife and glance at Skull. "Go check the room." I toss Pauline aside and she goes to her knees. I walk back to the table and glance at the men. They appear angry. I doubt it's over the fact I threatened to kill Pauline. More likely it's that at least two of the women were in on Fox's stash of money and we weren't. Typical Fox. Too bad I already killed the prick. A few minutes later, Skull comes back carrying a large leather saddlebag. He drops it on the table. I unbuckle it and empty the contents.

There were at least a dozen different pinball machines. The open area with the concrete flooring held a pool table, an air hockey table, two of those chain caged basketball games, one regular size and one mini and even a skeeball game. There was a football toss, a strength grip machine, a coin pusher and even a couple claw machines. I couldn’t even imagine how much all of this would have cost to get it in here. “Oh my God, Owen! This place is amazing!” I couldn’t help but just stare, completely awestruck that this could actually be inside someone’s house. “Where in the world did you get all this stuff?”

The Warfang Chamber was a massive stone vault engineered for pack recreation—a heavy mahjong table, custom shuffleboards, obsidian dart targets, a massive slate pool table, and an archaic iron pinball rig from the early territory days. "Our numbers are uneven for a team dynamic," Kael observed, tracking the space as he approached the cue rack. "We could throw darts or draw cards to keep the circle inclusive, but I have to admit, my instincts are demanding a high-stakes frame of pool. Do either of you handle a stick?" His winter eyes locked directly onto Declan.

Skully proposed as he administered his way over to what seemed to be a bar, I mean, it looked like a typical bar from a distance, but the closer we got to it, the more my senses took over. The sorrowful moans could be heard from the souls that made up the bar's counter. There were thousands of them, all twisted into knots and chained to each other before they were thrown into the glass frame. "Are those, souls?" Carson asked in shock. "Not just any souls, human souls," Dimitri grimaced. "Isn't it beautiful?" Skully ran his skeletal fingers over the glass casing of the counter. One soul, in particular, caught my eyes. It was that of a girl, maybe 18 or 19 at the time of her death. "I designed

Five glass globes of different sizes rested on the top shelf with mysterious fog swirling inside them. At the top of the shelves, rested three human skulls. Old and yellowish. But the scariest part was that they all were emitting sounds which could steal the wits of a man leaving him cold and white. The skull resting at right was cackling continuously. The one at left was crying by releasing ugly wails that could chill the very bones of a human being. The one in the center was yelling the verses in an unknown language.

Caspian smiled and waved his arm when he saw the puzzled gazes of Maisie Pine, Yvonne Johnson, and the others. Suddenly, everyone felt as if a curtain had been lifted. The sound of running water came and disappeared. The next moment, a crystal skull as big as a house appeared in front of them. The crowd gasped again. Jessica never expected that there was such a skull here. She was just about to ask Caspian what the skull was for. But when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say. Because this skull gave people a natural feeling. In fact, any skull, whether it was a human being or a demonic beast, would give people a feeling of surprise, or shock.