Skull Pool Table Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

However, his will to survive allowed him to erupt with endless power. He pushed open the third door while supporting his badly injured body. Immediately, a thick stench filled the air. It was a three-meter-long and six-meter-tall pool. The water in the pool was very muddy, and one could vaguely see a mysterious little thing shuttling back and forth inside. Brent looked at the swaying black figure in the pool and immediately felt his scalp go numb. “The final game is very simple. There is a box at the bottom of the pool in front of you. There is a key in the box. Do you see the door in front of you?”

MADDIE POV There is a large group of younger males back at the pool tables; they could be options too. At least I think that until I look harder and see the black Xs on their hands… shit, jailbait. Fuck no! Avoiding the pool table back corner tonight.

“Five minutes. If you touch anything, I’ll break your wrists.” Gabe and Susan slipped past him into the pool hall. Heat hit them first—humid, heavy, chemical. Half the lights were dead; the surviving tubes threw a sick, flickering glare across the water. The pool itself looked wrong from the edge. It wasn’t just red. It was thick, like rainwater that had sat too long in a rusted drum. A skim-net floated upside down near lane three. Something pale bobbed against the gutter.

I already burned several lights out and Eva jumped when one blew as she passed it. A small pile of tattered rags lay against the wall in a small niche. “Don’t touch that. It’s been there a long time. We can look at it later.” Haden told the others. He didn’t want to mention the tiny, yellowed skull in the shadows of the niche. If this was a normal resort, he’d have thought it a dog’s skull. But the history of the building said otherwise. That was a child’s skull of a wolf shifter.

At the left corner of the pool side was a table where the game of poker and snooker’s was played. Elegant and pretty girls in their swimsuits and bikinis hanged around the men. Others where busy chatting,maybe about business or women. I’ve heard that is the only thing the Elites are fond of.. “You, should have some fun too” a husky voice whispered into my ears sending shivers and goosebumps all over my body. “Hey” I really wanted to say more but I couldn’t find my voice at the glance of his dark eyes, he literally looked like a character from the books I’ve been reading, he was close to perfect his chest was bare and his hair wet, he most been in the pool all evening “hey, is that good” poin

Like he cared? I ran my finger along the top rail of the table. It was beautiful—crafted from slate with vintage charm. I smirked and tilted my head, letting him know I was definitely still in it. I could play pool in my sleep. "It's a hundred to enter," he announced. I gaped. That much? Did he think we were made of money? I almost smacked my head in disbelief. Of course, he did—we were in a mansion. Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my old, worn leather wallet and slapped 40 bucks on the table.

We got to a particular place after mounting the stairs upwards, hence leading us to a higher floor, when I saw something that made me yell out sharply, like the sound a person would make when needle is jutted on his butt. But I took me minutes to realize that the sound had originated from my lips because I was momentarily frozen. It was a skull hung on a stick that had been dug a few feet below the ground. The skull was dipped in a crimson red color instead of the organic brown or white that it normally was. It was obvious that it was someone's blood that had been poured on the skull. I wondered if it was the blood of the people he murdered in the past. Somehow, I got the feeling that it was

Once inside the smell of sweat alcohol and bad mixes of perfume hit me hard. Smoke filled the large dimly lit room , in the center was a half moon shaped bar. Along the wall of the door we entered where tables against the wall. They stretched around that wall, and the left and right. However straight ahead behind the bar had two pool tables .