Skull With Sword Through It Novels & Stories

I looked around frantically for Abby, but the scene surrounding me suddenly turned blurry, and only a familiar voice snapped me back to my senses. “Damien!” Kora called and tossed me a sword when I looked at her, it was one of the swords from the wall of weapons in the mansion and I was glad that I was familiar with it. I could do some serious damage with this bad boy. Kora ran in the opposite direction as me to fight off some people while a warrior came towards me for an attack, he had a sword just like mine, and probably figured that I was an equal opponent. Our swords clashed with a loud clang and I followed through with my motion, letting my body do a full spin, cutting his legs as my bo

The movement of the bone skull stopped almost at the height of human growth - above the place where Vic himself had stood a moment ago. - Farewell, brother, - the blades in the hands of Yarsi silently cut the vertebrae of the neck lowered down. The skull hit the ground, hitting its jaws, tumbled on its side, and began to paint in pieces. Simultaneously with a loud thud, the entire skeleton collapsed.

He picked up his sword and smashed the barrier. clatter! He did not give up as he continued to slash with his sword with a loud growl. clatter! clatter! clatter! After a few dashes, note the notch that has formed on the septum. He smiled broadly as he increased his pace of severing his sword. clatter! clatter! clatter! The skeleton slapped his staff on the ground. The barrier flickered dimly and widened. Ohm!

Only I could see his shirt plastered to his back with sweat. Standing that long had to hurt, but his face showed no sign of weakness. Soon Mr. Corvin came in carrying something in his hands, wrapped in a white sheet, and set it on the clean part of the rug. The reek of fear, blood, and desperation mixed with something even darker... death. When he pulled back the cloth, I slapped a hand over my mouth, and my eyes stung. I recognized that skull at once... it was the one I had found in that awful hole.

It held an old sword that had obviously seen better days, yet it was still strong enough to parry the blows set by the human. With a loud ringing sound echoing the room, the man parried the skeleton's own blow. He hoped there was a chance that he could kill the creature if such monsters could truly be killed. His attacks to the torso did nothing to slow the dead beast, and only angered it further. Instead, the man attempted to disarm the skeleton. With a swift swing of his sword, the arm of the skeleton was removed from the rest of its haggard body. The creature stumbled about, trying to fend off the attacker and reach its sword arm. However, the man gave the creature no such chance to re-at

Stefan grumbled, knocking the object with his knuckles, “It's a parietal bone, it's one of two located in the skull, it helps to form the roof of the cranium,” Lilith inspected it closely, “The real question is... Where is the other piece?” Stefan mumbled. “Guys—” I whimpered, swinging the torch from side to side, “if we don't leave right now, it's our skull next they are going to use as a dipper,” Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame,

From a tiny crack in the window, sunlight was streaming into the pitch-black chamber and falling on the blood-spattered arms. The white shirt had been stained red by blood. The veins in the arms and shoulders were still green. His jawline was seductive, his long neck rested on the ideal collarbone. His large skull wound erupted in blood, spilling down his face to his strong chest. His broad skull wound erupted in blood, which then trickled down his cheekbones and into his powerful chest. His lips had ripped corners and were dry and bloodless. His eyes were puffy and thick.

a pile of bones and skulls scattered beneath his feet, corpses and wolves, some missing an eye or a skin or a flesh. Blood smeared across his chest and face, blood dripping from his hands and fire roaring in the background. I saw the sword... I recognized it. It was inside the skull of a person's head and I almost puked. The gigantic man stood gallantly. His stance proud and heroic, like a warrior after battle. But something was wrong. This wasn’t triumph. It felt... evil, terrorizing. He turned—or tried to—but just before I could see his face, his eyes appeared—suddenly, impossibly—in my face.

As I watch in awe, the strange man drives a sharp sword through the wolf’s jaw. Straight into its skull.

The way a surgeon presses on a bleeding wound on the table. Rex. Flame-scarlet armor. Hair shaved to the skull. An old, ugly scar carved across the back of his head. Passing the VIP tier, his head snaps up and that feral stare rakes over my face, my throat, then buries itself in my nape. His nostrils flare. His muddy yellow eyes narrow. The corner of his mouth hooks into a crude, wolfish angle.