Skullgirls Novels & Stories

She wanted to ask which Tristan she meant. Her gaze locked on the figure who skated onto the ice rink. The familiar curly brown hair was slightly darkened under the dim light. His head lifted as he looked straight ahead. Unlike everyone else, he hadn’t put on his helmet yet; he held it in his hand. His angular face came into view, his features looking more defined under the dim light. A roar exploded throughout the rink. “Liam!” Kiera covered her ears with her palms. She couldn’t comprehend the reason for the noise.

Hannah stood back from Rebecca with the vale of blood and the skull in hand, her moment has arrived, success was finally hers! "Please Hannah! I beg you to reconsider this!" Skyler said from the cage she was held in with Alexander. "Quiet countess, you dare ask me that question? Dare ask me to keep my mother in that hell!?" She yelled looking at Skyler as she placed the skull in the tomb completing the skeleton. "Isn't the world perfect!? Isn't everything calm, peaceful!? Rachel will ruin it all!" Skyler kept begging.

Making rustling sounds, as she started to see what laid beneath the heap of the leaves, she had somehow cleared the ground. Skyla's breath hitched in her throat and her eyes went hollow when she saw an underground cell. In front of her eyes, she spotted the lady trapped in the metallic cage made of iron. From her looks, Skyla was quick to recognize that she was a she-wolf. Seeing the species as the same as her caught in a cell signified she was in danger and Skyla felt bad for her.

The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her. "Guys, this is Catherine, our new little fish," said Miguel, who soon moved away from her as Diego approached to shake hands with the newcomer. "Welcome to the shark tank, dear. I'm Diego, your teammate along with Rogerio, that unfriendly guy back there," he said, pointing to the friend who was approaching. "I just didn't run to introduce myself," Rogerio nodded his head to the side as a way of greeting her. "Welcome to the shark tank. I'm Rogerio, as the speedy one over there has already presented."

The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags. He has a few strands of hair stuck on the back of his skull. He stood with his bony foot pressed into a dead man's throat. In the background, three young ladies lay on the ground. They were wearing ordinary dresses and the three girls had deep cuts on their foreheads while their hearts were being pulled out. Blood rolled down and their eyes remained open, but one could see that they were dead as well. In front of the skeleton-looking creature was a beautiful woman in a white dress holding a necklace looking at the skeleton-looking creature with a smile on her face.

Don’t…’ Niru warned me and stopped me from moving forward. ‘What the hell, Niru!’ He shook his head. ‘That’s not…that’s…’ I moved closer to where the fighting had moved to and watched. There were five werewolves, two of which were wounded pretty bad. It was easy to pick out Skylar. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail but it was the same nearly white-blonde that Mom had. She was also the shortest out of the entire group. However, her eyes were completely black. The smile she had on her face was that of a monster playing with their food. My paws froze in the ground.

Dropping the ladies by the side, I tried to interfere in the fight in hopes of defeating the skeleton quickly but it or she didn't pay any attention to me, instead, it attacked Maya fiercely. “Not bad, defeating her in two minutes,” the doctor remarked with a smile as if Maya was in a training class with her, I remembered this type of interaction but couldn't remember the place or situation exactly. “Let's get this over and done with,” Maya said quickly, not even looking at the doctor. The doctor on the other hand seemed to be very amused, she sent another Skelton to attack Maya. “Stop playing with me Susan,” Maya said not spending even up to one second on this second fight, she seemed to ha

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

That’s all. She looked us over. Then nodded once, slowly. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” Kiran leaned in and muttered, “Please don’t make another sarcastic comment right now.” I didn’t. Instead, I lowered my hand and said, “Thank you.” “My name is Kalilah, and this is my brother Kiran.” The girl huffed. “Jasmine. The one with the pink dyed hair is Mari, the guy with the eyepatch is Aidan, and the one with the curly black hair that is way too beautiful for his good is Nathan.”

I don’t know if that made her brave or just desperate. Then the clubhouse. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, bringing her there. That place isn’t kind to outsiders. But I wasn’t about to dump her back on the road, and she didn’t have anywhere else to go. I could see it plain as day. The second we walked in, I felt the shift. Eyes on us, whispers under breath. I’m used to it—it comes with the patch. But her? She’s fragile, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Every stare weighed on her like bricks.