Skullgirls Novels & Stories

Cosmo grabbed it softly in both hands as his newest Creation came to life but slammed it into the concrete each time she struggled, until she was still. Blood was everywhere. It pooled on the floor and snaked along the girl’s body. Her exposed brain was battered to slush so it oozed out with the oddly coloured fluid surrounding it. Her skull was cracked open for all to see while Cosmo stood triumphantly over it. He flicked the gore from his hands and stepped on the body as he walked towards the table. “Who’s next?” he called out to the others “don’t want to fight the blind one now?”

Three dark souls were launching an attack on Diana who had just decapitated one soul by striking it hard across its skull, knocking it out of place. The skull was still flailing in the air when the three souls lashed out at her and Diana went on to leap in the air, evading them and met with the skull which she struck with her foot, a deadly drop kick that propelled the skull back to the ground, exploding under the souls and blowing them into dust. The horde pressed on, this time trapping the two speedsters in the middle, leaving Carol and Diana with only one other tactic. Standing with one's back to the other, Diana began to charge at the souls, hitting them with lightning before returning t

The Revenant raised their hands to defend, ice forming in complex patterns. Kael crawled through the chaos. Nobody noticed him. Too small, too weak to be a threat. He reached the Revenant’s feet and grabbed an ankle. Golden light exploded from his hands. The Revenant screamed. Their form flickered, the fog-like quality burning away. What remained was human. A woman, maybe fifty, with grey hair and eyes that burned with fanatic intensity. And the bone crown wasn’t a crown at all. It was part of her skull. Grown into the bone. Fused permanently.

"Agh! What is that?! Stop! Stop it!" Their desperate cries were swallowed by the tunnel’s roar. Skylar used a detached wooden dipper—the lavatory’s designated water scoop—wielding it with the precision and force of a trained killer. Blows rained down, strategically targeting soft tissue and bone, turning the bullies' frantic movements into chaotic, self-inflicted injuries. In the small, metal cell, they stumbled over each other, kicking and elbowing their allies in frantic attempts to escape the unseen fury. Just as the train began to emerge from the tunnel, the three girls, battered, bruised, and unconscious, slumped into the rank filth on the floor.

Looking at the striking, ice-cold woman in the mirror, I barely recognized myself as the Lily who used to eat bread and canned soup in a basement. I picked up a tube of deep red lipstick and applied it slowly, deliberately. The game was about to begin.

It was like trying to grab smoke. Kane Industries had a sleek website, a verified I*******m with half a million followers, and a portfolio of jewelry designs that had been featured in Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, and a handful of high-end publications in Europe. Seraphina herself had given exactly four interviews, all of them controlled, all of them vague about her past. No mention of family. No mention of where she grew up. No educational history. No social media before 2022. She’d appeared out of nowhere, fully formed, like Athena stepping out of Zeus’s skull with a business plan and a jawline that could end careers.

My body was covered in bruises and ugly streaks of blood. Since my face was not visible, they all assumed I was just some low-level escort. Sean happened to pass by and stopped to take a look. He did not recognize the silver pendant I had worn since I was a child. Instead, he let out a low whistle. "Not bad. A little too skinny though. Nothing special." The crowd burst into even more disgusting laughter. Something inside me broke for good. I remembered back in sophomore year, a boy from the class next door had looked at me for a second too long. Sean had almost broken his arm over it.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

In an instant, a ray of true energy moved and formed a strange skull mark, rushing toward the Lv 8 Agility Powerhouse. "Oh no, it's a Powerhouse at the Peak of the Agility!" Although the gap between the 8th and 9th levels was only a level, the gap between their strength was clearly huge. The attacker did not give the other party any chance to react after the exclamation. The skeleton mark had already ruthlessly struck the other party's body. "Puff..." The skull mark was almost indestructible. It directly hit the opponent until he spat out blood and then fell to the ground.

I forced back the dizzying blackness and made myself roll onto my back, saving myself from the booted heel denting the spot my head had just been. I lashed out, my foot connecting with the side of a knee cap as I fumbled for my gun. The leg gave way beneath the impact and the wretch landed on top of me, its loose hair blinding me as razor sharp teeth sunk into the front of my bare shoulder. A scream exploded in my ears, burning my throat. My frantic fingers brushed leather and my gun slid free. I angled it upwards, wedging it against a scrawny rib cage as I filled it with the last of my bullets. It - she - pulled back, the oily pools of her black eyes sucking me in, paralysing me until her b