Skull With Sword Through It Novels & Stories

Oh, thank you, God! I immediately carried him up to the altar and sprinkled it over the skull. Instantly the fire on the skull was extinguished. I plucked the skull hard until it come off. Sure enough, a sword was inside the strut of the skull. I take it. Looks sharp and shiny. "Aaaaaa!" It was the sound of my friends screaming. Damn! I have to hurry to get out of here.

Crumpling up my face and having to swallow down the sudden flow of saliva that retches out of me. I stand motionless for a second to compose myself and turn back, faltering though, eyes fixed on what I see from my new angle, and everything in me drops out of my stomach. The back of the vampire is sliced wide and open, from the tip of the skull to its ass. So its insides look neatly spliced and singed, as though a hot knife had run through a butter log. Edges black and charred as though a hot laser was used to cut it right down the middle. From brain to bowels. Almost through to the front. My knife is sitting neatly in the open wound at the rear, nestled right in its charred remains and someh

Zanele Okafor "The true cause of this warrior's death is not the heavy trauma his stomach took during the border fight," I brief the young cubs assisting my table, my fingers moving a sharp silver blade across the cold flesh inside the Healers' Moon Network room. "The lethal blow sits right inside his skull. Three thick steel spikes were driven straight into his brain. Our paws will send these metal spikes to the shadow trackers for a deep metal analysis after this work is done." Riven Thornclaw hands the metal tongs straight to my fingers, while another young healer takes quick magic-stone pictures and records every single observation my tongue lets out during the cutting.

The withered forest had essentially perished in an instant. However, the slash of the sword received no response in return. Zuoqiu Ze narrowed his eyes. "Did my attack disintegrate that b*stard's body?" It was at that moment that a shadow emerged from the crack on the ground. Under the moonlight, one could clearly see that it was a terribly putrefied corpse. Its head had decayed completely, leaving only two eyeballs hanging out of its socket. There was a large, gaping hole at the center of its chest.

It didn't do anything. Then suddenly, one of the riders pulled air through his teeth. "Oh goddess. Is this... ?" Not far from the woman, something rose from the ground. At first it seemed like a whirl of white and grey dust, then their vision cleared. Opposite the coated woman stood a skeleton. It was nearly as small as she with overly long arms. In its hand was a sword unlike any other. This was a sword that had killed hundreds and would never leave the side of the one that conquered it. The one and only best swordsman of the Falumor Empire.

This was because the aura here was not something that an ordinary person could endure. Jason finally saw the first skeleton. Jason could guarantee that this skeleton was definitely not left by the person who came to explore the ancient battlefield thousands of years ago. The age of this skeleton was older. Moreover, Jason found that this skeleton should have stood, even when he died. There was also a sword mark on his neck. The sword mark still carried a horrible aura at the moment. He died without falling, which showed how terrible the sword strike was.

Lo, there’s no dead body—but lots of fucking weapons. I glance around. "Are we allowed to be here?" "Nope. But in just two days, you’ve already entered places you’re not supposed to." He bends his hands, searching inside the coffin. As blades crash against one another, he grunts and lifts a worn sword rack. He withdraws the sword a little, it's sharp edges glitter in the dark. The sword's blade is covered in tiny stars, while the handle has a big star. It looks powerful... Ancient.

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.

My chest thudded from the impact, the pressure weaving through my body. In a fit of fury, Conrad tossed Alpha Vladim into a line of men behind him and descended on the guard holding me at choke-hold. The sword went through the guard's neck in a clean cut, severing his head from his body. His head bounced of his body, as his body dropped to the knee in front of me. Thick blood bubbling from his throat, spattering on my face. He fell lifelessly to the ground, bathing the floor with his crimson flow.

"You always seem to be in my way of plans. But now, I am going to end your miserable life." "NOOO!!!" I screamed as the dead warrior raised the spear in the air and brought it down on Caleb's shoulder. "Arrrrgh," Caleb screamed in pain as the spear went into his shoulder and came out the other side. I stood up from where I sat in anger and rushed at the dead warrior, the blunt sword in my hand. I raised the sword in the air and with a loud shout, dropped it down on the dead warriors open skull. But because of how blunt the sword was, it didn't get through the skull but just bounced back and fell to the ground.