Skull With Sword Through It Novels & Stories

Fog started exiting from their large open mouths. Lyon clenched on the grip of his sword so tight that his hands were turning red. But his face continued to stay calm and look emotionless. The fog was about to enter the passageway when suddenly the creature's head began sliding down. A diagonal cut around its neck slowly appeared, they all watched as it slid down and fell on the ground causing the stadium to shake a little.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

making a poker face she teases him with bigger eyes. "Zakira, I didn't say anything like that... she's just," his next words get gulped in his throat as excruciating pain takes him over. He gazes downward to see only half of the sword blade in front of his flat belly. Zakira's face comes up close to him. The remaining half of the sword goes inside. Two horns around the root of the sword blade dig hole in his belly. "Fear keeps our bones together...what if we lose it?" growls Zakira.

Boro pulled his blade from the throat of the woman he had killed. Using her thick woolen cloak to wipe away the blood already beginning to freeze on the gleaming metal. He felt a burning sensation in the left side of his abdomen and saw a wide puncture mark in his steel armour.

“Whoever did this used their fists. The face is completely caved in. Blade Knuckle’s style is always contracted—no personal feelings attached.” Sophia followed her gaze. True to it , the victim’s skull was practically caved in. Deep contusions lined his arms—with broken wrist. “They definitely did take their time.” Sophia inhaled sharply. Breanna didn’t look at her. “Whoever did this didn’t just want them dead," she murmured. “Note down the exclusion of weapons.” Sophia nodded, taking notes. “But who could it—” “Sophia!,” Breanna interrupted, turning to her.

He sensed a very strange aura on the other side of this ‘end’. “Is there something fishy going on here?” Andrius tried to punch the wall of the cave. Crash! In an instant, the wall which was about a foot thick shattered into countless fragments, falling to the ground. There was indeed something else there. Andrius instinctively passed through the hole and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he was deeply shocked. He saw a huge skull! The skull’s size far exceeded Andrius’ imagination. It was almost larger than any living creature he had ever seen. Just lying there, it was several stories tall. One could only imagine how huge its entire body was.

Using his initial surprise, I swung my sword overhead and came down in a vertical slice. I watched in shock as he caught my sword. He held onto it and I heard the metal start to crack. My sword broke but I used the broken sword and thrust it into his stomach that was now open, his hands still raised in the air holding the piece of my sword. Roaring, he stumbled back, clutching his stomach.

He failed to suppress the rioting Blood Energy in his body, which surged up his throat and spilled out his mouth. Thea appeared in front of Kennedy in a flash. The Malevolent Sword in her hand pierced through Kennedy’s body. “You…” Kennedy’s pupils widened, and his wrinkled face was taut with astonishment. He looked down at the sword that was firmly embedded in his body. The sword was curved and had a tip that was slightly bent, making it resemble a fishhook. Thea withdrew the sword. Splurt! A stream of blood gushed out of the gaping wound it had left behind.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, this smile was so terrifying. At this moment, half of his face had lost its flesh and blood. Only a terrifying skeleton was left. There were also a few pieces of torn human skin hanging on his face. It was quite a shocking sight. He had just inserted the key into the keyhole when the voice of judgment was like the Grim Reaper of hell, directly sentencing him to death. “No…” He was shouting loudly! The death helmet was activated, and countless sharp blades formed an airtight arc, slowly cutting off the flesh on his face.

Eyes as red as coals glowing at me from the void. And two razor-sharp horns protruding from his skull.