Skull With Sword Through It Novels & Stories

The sword slew Zelina, and his head was rolling on the ground, with his headless body agitatedly sauntering about sporadically amongst the crowd. My heart dropped as I witnessed the horrific scene unfold before my eyes. Zelina, my most loyal aide, had been brutally slain, his head rolling on the ground while his body convulsed and twitched in its death throes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and my mind was struggling to process the sudden turn of events.

I stood up and moved towards the vanity to get a proper view of my head in the mirror. The bandage was soaked with my blood. I quickly unclipped it, unwrapping the bandage from my head. I grabbed pieces of tissue paper that laid on the vanity table and wrapped it around the bandage before disposing of it. As I inspected the injury closer through the mirror, I noted something peculiar- a portion of my hair near my temple had been neatly shaved, exposing a deep gash. At an alarming depth, I even caught a glimpse of my skull, accompanied by a pink matter resembling my brain. What left me unsettled was the conspicuous absence of pain and It wasn't even showing any signs of imminent healing.

Also, I was curious to see how Philip and Brenda would react when they found out the person they had skinned and cut up to pieces was me. Brenda picked up on something more to Layla's words. She grabbed her wrists. "Layla, what are you talking about?" There was not a hint of regret on Layla's face. "That useless wench won't come back anymore. She's been buried in that sculpture since the beginning." "You're saying… That person was Hazel?" Brenda subconsciously took a few steps backward. On the other hand, Philip covered his mouth and stood frozen to the spot. He must have recalled that the skeleton was missing the bones of three fingers. He had spent a lot of time creating the missing parts

Now, it was time to finish her off. Her head bowed, I could hear her breathing coming in harsh breaths. I twist the blade once more in my right hand neatly. I sprinted towards Elana's head, flipping off of it, as I cast a 12 o'clock shadow over her entirely. I caught her frighten expression as I angle the sword to her neck perfectly, slicing it from her shoulders. I land gracefully on my feet, my back turn to her now lifeless body, dropping the sword at my side. I turn around to face a dead Elana's body and her now decapitated head, laying still on the dirt turf.

“Perhaps it survived, buried beneath the rubble. After this is done, perhaps I will return and see what might be saved.” A skeleton, bits of flesh and rags clinging to its limbs, rattled its way out from between the broken walls, and paused, swaying slightly on uneasy feet, seeming to turn its empty eye sockets upon us. Its jaw hung loose on one side, swaying as it raised its sword. I cried out in horror, clutching Rivyn’s arm. “What is it?”

The ninja sword, raised high in the air, had been hovering there for a moment, and the others wondered why he was taking so long to behead her. When they marched forward to look, they realized that the executioner who had wielded the sword was now dead! A few centimeters of a short blade was stuck on his forehead, and because the cut wound was so clean, only a very small amount of blood seeped out of the wound and dripped onto the thick white snow, painting it red! While these people were dumbfounded and could not figure out what was going on, they realized that the shuriken that pierced the man’s forehead was surprisingly familiar.

All three of them stare at me, the man with the skull mask seem to have quite a beef with me, he makes a scissor sign with his hands gesturing that he was going to cut me to pieces. Fuck!

The black cloak on his body instantly turned into fragments and flew, revealing his skeleton-like figure. What was he like? His dark brown skin was covered with wrinkles like a dry bark, tightly sticking to his bones. His head was also bony, his eyes were sunken, and his pupils were gray. It was as if he was a human-shaped skeleton covered with a layer of dried animal skin. On his back, there were two palm prints of silver and gold. They looked very shallow. It seemed that they didn't leave too many scars on him. However, only he knew how serious the injuries in his body were. The crazy Sword Intent with killing intent was rapidly devouring his vitality.

Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and abdomen. The knight's spirits swarmed the entire hill, making the air turn unnaturally cold. One of the spirits drifted into the center of the circle, he was the most flesh-bearing spirit as far as Edmund could see. Wearing an iron helmet that left a bit of dark brown hair with matching eye beads, a very sharp nose, firm cheekbones. There was a long cut visible on his neck, and when those gloomy eyes glared at Edmund intensely. The man immediately recognized who this spirit figure was.

At least made my soul feel a lot calmer than simply looting the bodies and not saying a single word. Now I had gained some kind of leather chest armour. It felt quite comfortable but the straps were extremely annoying to undo and then redo. It made it fit tight though and not move and didn’t even have any damage showing on it. This is mainly due to the previous owner having his head impaled by some kind of circular object. Well at least the whole in his skull was circular. It was horrible to look at and made me shake as I looked at it, but ultimately it was still one of the best pieces of armour out there, alongside that I had found a scabbard to keep the sword in as well.