Skullgirls Novels & Stories

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

Amy knew she was in trouble when she heard the woman call her a f#cking bitch under her breath. A blow to Amy’s chest prevented her from delivering another punch. She fell back against the elevator’s doors and watched as the Death Row Infantry-woman stood up after removing her helmet. The female soldier threw down her helmet, revealing her tough Nordic accented facial features. The soldier was beautiful, but her beauty had a slightly masculine definition. She had a prominent jawline for a woman and her half-shaved head made her look like a gothic mercenary. A scar that went from the woman’s left eye down to her chin looked like a slender earthworm beneath her skin.

Blackrose stepped on the head of a martial art master on the other side, and snorted coldly, "With your strength, how dare you want to touch our Master?" She kicked her hard. "Ah!" The middle-aged woman immediately screamed. The others were all injured, and they couldn't save her at all. So they could only endure unwillingness and anger and watched helplessly. Old Skull was also seriously injured. His chest was throbbing with pain as if someone was stabbing him with a knife. But he held back, not daring to show the slightest bit in front of Chester and the others. Old Skull knew that if they continued to entangle, the eight of them would all die in the end.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine. 'The rest of her skeleton is there, but her skull is missing. ' My heart beat skyrocketed and my hands became sweaty. That was not good at all, that skull obviously represented something. For someone to go through such an extend to retrieve bones? it must have been one hell of an important object to them. I remembered coming across a drawing in my mothers journal.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

“Skull, hold our Latina visitor.” Skull moves fast, but Sofia is off the cot before he reaches her. She circles around me eyeing the door. She’d need to go through both of us to get out of the room. Her expression changes, and running away is no longer part of her plan. She attacks me with the force of a tiger. Not with claws, though. Fists and feet are her weapons and she’s fucking quick. She circles and keeps me between her and Skull. Where the fuck did she learn to fight this way? I take a strike to my jaw, which whips my head to the side and rattles my teeth. “Back off,” I tell Skull.

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."

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He still could not get up and fight back. He looked over. It was Clarissa. She held a uniquely shaped weapon in her hand as she fought with the giant skeleton.