Ugly Skull Emoji Novels & Stories

But my throat locked. The hand pulled the hood back. And I forgot how to blink. His face—or what used to be a face—was a grotesque collage of death refusing to die. Parts of his skull were exposed, bits of muscle webbed over raw bone. One eye socket had collapsed inward, while the other eye bulged out unnaturally, rimmed with black that glistened like tar. His lips were mostly gone, leaving teeth exposed—blackened, crooked—and gums that bled in slow drips. More of those maggot-like things wriggled just beneath his skin, disappearing into sunken holes in his cheeks.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

demon Why didn't you tell me soon, don't be angry? [The system thinks the owner has noticed.] The crazy girl no longer has a beautiful body, but shows her original form and looks very scary. The top of the head was decomposed; only the exposed brain was broken; the skin was wrinkled and saggy like an old woman's. The face was so rotten that the flesh was fused; the red dress was stained with bloodstains that could be seen maggots crawling inside eating officials.

I made a sour expression as I stared at myself. I possessed a truly ghastly appearance. My sunken, wrinkled face was marred with deep lines, resembling the etchings of a withered tree. My pale, sickly skin was littered with grotesque, protruding warts of varying sizes, giving me a truly menacing aura. My eyes, a piercing shade of emerald green, were sunken and rimmed with dark, hollow circles, conveying a sense of malevolence and cunning. Cascading down from my scalp were uneven strands of blond hair which was once my pride and joy, but now each one resembled a tattered spider's web.

Snake sat before the embers of the fire that had long gone out. He was staring into space, his one eye blinking rapidly, mind working furiously. Stroking his ruined face, he grimaced, making him look even more grotesque. His face was a ruin, twisted by some old violence that had never healed clean. One eye was gone, the socket collapsed into a shadowed pit, while the other glared with a feverish brightness that made his ugliness more menacing. The left side of his forehead caved in, as though some brutal blow had crushed the bone long ago, giving his skull a warped, unnatural shape. The scars dragged his mouth into a crooked sneer, so that even silence looked like mockery. When he moved, the

I tried my hardest to wiggle out of his grasp but the hold he had on me was to tight to escape. "FUCK! STOP!" I screamed in between my cries. "Here you go again with your fucking cursing." He said as he lifted the metal off of my left ass cheek and moved it to my lower back. "JUSTIN! Please stop!" I yelled desperately as tears freely left my eyes. He lifted the metal off my skin and I turned my body around, wincing in pain while doing so. Justin whispered something in Dylan ear causing him to burst out laughing before he dug into a drawer and pulled out a whip.