Skull With Sword Through It Novels & Stories

“She’s not healing!” The medic’s face hardened. He leaned close, then exhaled heavily, sorrow dripping from his words. “The dagger… it was pure silver, Luna. It struck her wolf skull and split it open. Her wolf can’t…” His voice faltered. “…she can’t survive this.” The world tilted. My stomach turned to stone. My throat burned raw. “No,” I snarled, shaking my head. “No. No, you don’t get to say that. You don’t—”

He says quietly. “Have you found anything?” “No. Everything is too torn apart.” That, he is right about. The body laying in front of us is barely recognizable as a person. The hair has been plucked out of their head, there are cuts on the scalp. One cut in particular looks deep enough that you can see the skull. A reddish, almost blackish, color liquid pours out of the wound.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

I put all my weight behind the blade as I continue, “everything can be killed—you just have to put the effort in.” The knife goes straight through the socket and the thin skull wall behind, then into the brain with a wet crunch. The Cockatrice shrieks and bucks in agony, but I hold on, using all my weight to keep his head pinned underneath the knife. The violent struggle causes the blade to cut back and forth, and I can feel the tip scrape against the back of his skull.

The blood dripping onto the crisp white lapel of his uniform, Horus’s eyes began to water. Not having peered into their honest spheres like this for so long, Chiri was saddened to see the panic within his blue and gold irises as he realized the extent of her injuries. Most minor cuts, his eyes came to rest in horror upon the sword that had been driven cleanly through her right shoulder.

he replied as they moved forward, Jason waved his blades to clear the mist, they got closer to the metal, carefully they treaded along, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, as they almost got to it, he felt something crunch under his foot, Jason looked down as they jumped back in fear, it was an arm, a dried, bony, decayed arm, that's when he knew what the metal was, it was a sword, rusted and covered in earth, he carefully stretched his sword at the metal and cleared the mist there, sorrena gasped, A full skeleton lay on the floor, all signs of flesh were gone, it wore an helmet with a kind of sigil, a rising sun, "The dawn riders" sorrena murmured,

he muttered to himself. Suddenly he heard a shuffle noise and when he turned, he saw the bottom of his tent being lifted and someone crawling in. He grabbed his long sword out of instinct and pointed it toward the intruder. The black broad blade was worn and scratched, with subtle grooves running down its length. The metal has a dull, cold sheen, catching faint highlights from nearby candlelight. The edges appeared slightly chipped and the hilt was intricately designed with a dark, almost sinister aesthetic. The gross guard curved outward into a claw-like extension and at the centre there is a sculpted, skull motif. The grip is wrapped and textured for a firm hold, while the pommel at the t

Bone cracked. The greatblade slipped. Kaelen seized the moment. With a snarl, he drove his sword straight through the knight’s chest, shoving until the tip burst from the back. Light exploded. The runes on the blade shattered, energy shrieking as it ripped free of the armor. The knight convulsed, voice breaking into a howl that wasn’t human. The soldiers behind it faltered, some dropping weapons in terror. The knight reached for Kaelen even as it crumbled. Its helm split, revealing eyes like dying stars.

A human skeleton wearing armor and holding a huge sword! “FFFF******CCCKKKK!!!” Frix screamed and immediately grabbed the skeleton away from him with one hand and threw it on the ground hard between us. The metal armor clamored as the monster dropped to the ground and gave the chilling, clattering sound of its teeth as if it were laughing at all of us. “What in the freaking world is that?!” William screamed in fear as he flinched away from it after Xeno gave it a hard kick on its neck, severing its head from its body.

Then, he slowly stood up, drawing the Overlord and suddenly swinging it! Shunk! World Burial Sword—Death Snap! Harrow's head was sent flying in a split second, his eyes still wide in horror!