Ugly Skull Emoji Novels & Stories

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

They pierced the ground with force, left deep holes and turned into crumbs. The bone monster abruptly sat down, its paws seemed to give way, unable to withstand the collapsing body. The skeleton, raising a cloud of ash, fell on its side, twitched, the vertebrae of the neck began to turn the skull in a circle, it became clear that a furious light continued to burn in the eye sockets.

I growled with a menacing smile on my face. Blood dripping from her skull, and covering up most of her orbs, Namilla, for the first time, had fear dancing in her eyes, hissing in pain. Packing a lot of energy in one punch, I whacked it through her skull. Marsai screeched in terror. I held Namilla above my head like a dead hare, smiling like a hunter, who just had a good hunt. Her face was unrecognizable, bleeding profusely as some of her brain tissues slipped out of her cracked cranium.

For becoming too sure and complacent that all need to fight was behind us and never intending to prepare us for a world outside. My whole body shakes as it pulls itself up, cracking bones and gurgling before spinning its attention my way. An ugly, twisted relic of what was once human and now looks like some mangled, burned, and decaying corpse left to keep walking the earth. Its skin looks like leather, and its eyes are yellow and dead, teeth hanging out unevenly, hair barely threads covering a mostly bald, misshapen skull. It charges me, crying out in anger and blood lust, and I'm frozen to the spot.

Amanda raged in a fit of frenzy. "I'd rather die than being a monster!!!" "It's only a little cut. It will heal in a few weeks." He quickly replied, managed to make a convincing tone. "A little cut?! Who do you think you're fooling? It will leave an ugly scar!!!" Amanda shouted again, and suddenly her voice dropped. "I'm ugly, my God! I'm ugly..." She shook violently in the realization of her own words. "I cannot live like this. I'd rather die..."

“A Black Blade, mistress.” Upon hearing the awful news, her beautiful skin turned into wrinkly old flesh. Her plump skin turned old and her beautiful face turned into that of an old hag. "No..." Ursula whispered as she continuously shook her head. "No!" She screamed loudly and stumped her feet from sheer frustration. "No, no, no, no, no!"

“A poor joke, I know.” He carefully lifted the skull in both hands and turned it so it faced Leesa. “Take a look,” he said as he gently set it back down on the cloth. It took a few seconds before Leesa realized what she was looking at. The skull appeared normal in all respects except one, but that one was enough to pull a sharp gasp from her throat. Jutting down from the upper teeth were two sharp, curved fangs! “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the pointed teeth. “Is that what I think it is?” Professor Clerval smiled. “Yes, it is. I believe this is a genuine vampire skull.”

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

It crushed him as it pulled him up to its face. “RAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!” It roared oddly like a human, the spit from its teeth flying out and splattering across Samson’s face as it opened its jaw wide, revealing that it still held two rows of teeth both on its lower jaw and upper jaw. “SKULL!!” Samson shouted as his ribs were slowly being crushed, “ANY TIME NOW!!!” I’M WORKING ON IT!!!! Skull shouted back.

When he emerged, his face was ashen. In his hands, he carried something wrapped in rotting velvet something that caught the green light and threw it back in dull, bone-white reflections. He set it on the examination table beside me. His hands were shaking. The velvet fell away. It was a skull. Human. Male. Ancient, by the yellowing of the bone. But what made my heart stop wasn't its age, like it was the crack running from temple to jaw, and the single word carved into the forehead in jagged, deliberate strokes: