Skullgirls Novels & Stories

If she wanted to escape, she needed a plan. A circle was formed and two girls took the stage. Roxie watched with curiosity as they bared their teeth at each other animalistically, their eyes gleaming. It was like watching a supernatural movie and Roxie was part of the characters. The girls circled each other, looking for a chance to attack the other and in a wink, they were at each other's throat but the fight was over as soon as it started as one of the girl flipped the other hard on the ground, Roxie swore she would never be able to recover from that. Kaizen said no injuries! Were they going against that?

Diana leaned forward, curious, and saw a human skull. Diana shouted, "What the—?!" She quickly slapped the skull and bag away. Mitbahl let out a screech. "Ah! My little little Bone!" He lunged forward, wailing. Diana furrowed her brow. "What is that?" Mitbahl clutched the bag. "I found it on the black market. It's supposed to be the skull of an ancient empress, unearthed by tomb raiders! It cost me my entire savings!"

Besides, she had plenty of friends. After that class, we went to our lockers. As I stood at mine, someone pushed me into it and yelled, "Watch out, earthquake!" I didn't see Rock and Brody nearby, but they quickly grabbed the guy and started punching him. The guy groaned, "What the hell, guys? It's the fucking water girl." "If you ever look at River or even say hello to her again, I'll break your fucking nose next time. Do I make myself clear?" Rock growled.

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

FLAWLESS Meet Shanelle Falcon, the epitome of perfection, a member of the prestigious Falcon family. But behind her flawless facade lies a world of secrets waiting to be unveiled. While her siblings toil away in the family business, Shanelle embraces a life of freedom and glamour as a renowned supermodel. In her luxurious penthouse, she surrounds herself with her closest friends, fellow supermodels who share her insatiable appetite for living life on the edge. Together, they create an illusion of perfection to maintain their coveted status in the industry.

Anima replied, breathing heavily. Another Asura suddenly burst out of the wall in front of them—this one was in the shape of a gorilla. The monster beat its chest repeatedly, then roared loudly, revealing its long fangs and rows of sharp teeth. Without hesitation, Mary swung her right palm diagonally, and three large red spikes shot out of the ceiling, piercing through the monster's head and back and into the ground. As the monster turned to smoke, the three girls ran past it. “Wow, nice reflexes,” Anima complemented as they ran.

“Set…GO!” Skylar moves immediately on the word ‘go’. Where the f*ck did that speed come from?! Sierra responds quickly though and tries to feign to the left then duck down to catch Skylar with her shoulder. Skylar sends a knee up toward her chest and face, knocking the wind out of her then makes an elbow strike to her back. Sierra wrapped her arms around Skylar’s waist trying to force her down. Instead of fighting the momentum, Skylar does with the momentum and twists so she falls on top of Sierra and shifts to pin her throat to the ground with one of her knees and has her arm in a lock Sierra can’t get out of. In the blink of an eye it’s over and the crowd is silent.

It helps keep our beasts at bay. When we pull back, I look at the three other women who are with us. Among us, there stands a lithe girl with short ice blonde hair and bright blue eyes, every inch of her covered in muscle. She even has a six-pack. I don’t think I’m going to want to fight her. She has a yellow flash of colour on her outfit, which I think is how everyone is planning on identifying us. How brutal are these games going to be? Next to her is another woman who doesn’t look like she would hurt a fly, green eyes and ready hair with curves even bigger than Megan, Gemma and I combined. Those must be a hazard? She gives us a sweet smile, looking rather uncomfortable.

I thought maybe this girl was my opportunity. But I was wrong. The next second, the baby doll turned around, revealing hollow, blood-soaked eyes. "I don't have parents. Do you want to be my mommy?" she mumbled. Her blood and tears poured down her face, soaking her dress. The next second, her head fell off and landed in her own hands. Suddenly, dark storm clouds gathered in the sky, looking ominous. At the same time, the comments flooded the live chat. "Haha! So dumb! Of all people, she had to pick a fight with Aria, the Headless Girl, one of the Four Bosses."

Abaddon had updated his story. I tapped it open. A brunette sprawled across his chest, wearing his football jersey. His jersey. My stomach twisted violently. Of course. Fucking bastard. My friends approached, all dressed in sports gear. Kira wore Kiwor’s jersey—his number fifteen printed bold against her back. Jane had someone else’s too. “It’s for good luck,” Kira had once explained. “Special players give their jersey to someone they choose.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “Hey, you okay?”