Skull With Sword Through It Novels & Stories

The black sword light formed the letter ‘L’ in the air. Then, he stood sideways and maintained the last action of retracting the saber! The sunlight reflected on Philip and illuminated his handsome face that showed a fearless fighting spirit! As for the burly man who rushed at Philip with his fists, he maintained his attacking stance and just stopped there. Then, a line of blood extended from the top of his head, down to his throat, then to his chest. Finally, it went to his stomach and continued downward. Clunk! The burly man split into two halves, revealing the mechanical components inside!

Did not even qualify as a superpower. Wilson approached a female prisoner, she was very beautiful and seemed to be protecting another beauty who was currently unconscious. They were both stationary close to the barrier. Wilson had closed the distance between them by about half when he decided to ignore them. The conscious one did not seem to constitute any threat so he left them to their devices and turned at a frightening speed swinging the sword at the old, withered man trying to sneak up on him from behind. The sword cut his head horizontally in two equal halves. His brains splurged out in a bloody mess. Blood spurted out of the severed head painting a radius of one metre red.

With that, he drew his sword and let it whistle through the air, when he drew it back there was a pool of blood by his feet and a body without a head that was pushing out more blood as the seconds passed. He shook his sword back and forth to remove the blood from the blade and sheathed it. He looked back at the empress to find she was white and her eyes were stuck on the ground in front of her, it was the head missing from the body, the face forever twisted in horror and fear.

Others had found the kind of death that even their immortal blood could not mend. Heads twisted at impossible angles. Throats opened so wide that vertebrae gleamed white through the carnage. One had been pressed against the iron bars until his skull gave way, brains scattered in gray chunks across rusted metal.

or swoosh and lop the damn thing off. A man had been charging forward next to the person who had a tail sticking through the back of his skull. But instantly froze. Big mistake. The tip of Christopher's tail turned almost as if it were looking at the man himself. Creeped out by the sight and alarmed the man came to a halt. The tail slowly retreated back into the man's head so the tip was no longer visible. CRA - SHTCK! The tail suddenly ripped straight through the side of it's first victim's skull, carving clean through the frozen man's head cutting almost perfectly down the center of his eyes sending the upper half of his brain flying through the air like a frisbee.

He was walking around the dead bodies, scanning them through his golden-like hazel eyes until he found one body he was looking for. It was of a woman bathed in blood. Her knee and elbows had gashes resulting from crawling in a panic to escape her captors. Her chest had a long blade slash along the sternum. Her face had an unsightly blackish-blue bruise near her left eye and a nasty cut from her cheek down to the jawline. Her stomach, near the liver, had a metal sword embedded in it. It still oozed blood. With one pull of the man’s hand, the sword came free, out of the woman’s throbbing wound. She cried but it was only brief for the pain shortly numbed.

In the field, it appears that in the middle there is a well-built man standing with one hand supporting a large sword that seems to be stuck in the ground. The blade dripped blood into the grass, making the grass on the ground turn from green to red. Not far from where the sword was stuck, there was a severed head with bulging eyes lying on the ground. The body of the severed head turned out to be quite close to the burly man.

You can hear the sound of the sword hitting flesh and piercing bone as it stabs through his chest. Eyes wide, Lukan steps back with a groan. Disbelief coloring his features as he takes in the sword embedded in his chest. He falls to his knees as blood streams down his mouth. I can see that he’s trying to talk, but no words come out. “It looks like you’re right, Lukan. You are getting what you deserve.” I mutter derisively as I raise my sword and slam it down his bare neck, and cut his head clean off his body. He’s dead, and this time for good. As if their strings were cut, all of the hellhounds stop fighting and surrender to my men. Breathing raggedly, I watch the blood gushing out of his ne

Such a horrible sight overwhelmed the terrified young woman as she tried to escape from the fully emerged black skeleton. All around her, skeletons and beastly creatures arose from the black puddles. Malevolent dark energy cloaked their bodies. The skeleton's crimson eyes stared down at the frightened girl whose eyes were rimmed with tears. A cry of fear ready to escape her throat was cut short by a sword in the skeleton's hand. Slashing it down, the girl's blood soaked the streets, but it was soon absorbed by the sword the skeleton wielded in his hand.

I was so pissed that I could barely hide it. I lost my sword in the process, and even though I was with smaller knives and axes, I did not stand a chance against three huge, fearsome-looking men, or I do. They still did not speak. I sighed and turned to leave but halted when I saw a heap of human skulls by my right. A pit grew in my stomach, and I gasped as sickness rose. I grabbed my small knife immediately and held it out. "I swear by the moons; I will kill you if you come any closer to me." The men exchanged glances and remained mute. "Do you speak? Can you hear me?"