Ugly Skull Emoji Novels & Stories

Her mind screamed insanely. Yet even though her mind had suggested it, Carine knew it could not be the same thing as she had seen as a child, her father insisting it was a great film. This creature had four limbs, the arms longer than they had a right to be and the legs in a permanent half squat. Dark grey skin covered sinewy muscles stretched over its skeleton, the muscles looking stretched to the point they were painful. Long nails that looked like thick dog claws jutted from appendages that might have passed for fingers. The face was the worst. Its skull was slightly elongated, looking almost like a snout but short. Black lips peeled back from sharply pointed teeth in a mind warping grin

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

I launched myself off my knees, keeping low, and drove my forehead straight into his face. CRACK. My skull met his nose, and the sudden, wet crunch of breaking bone echoed beautifully through the cavern. The impact sent stars dancing across my vision, but the pain was worth it. "You miserable piece of hybrid filth!" the Sigen yelled, stumbling back four steps, his hand flying to his bloody nose. His black eyes widened with pure fury, the manic amusement evaporating completely, replaced by something far more dangerous.

We got to a particular place after mounting the stairs upwards, hence leading us to a higher floor, when I saw something that made me yell out sharply, like the sound a person would make when needle is jutted on his butt. But I took me minutes to realize that the sound had originated from my lips because I was momentarily frozen. It was a skull hung on a stick that had been dug a few feet below the ground. The skull was dipped in a crimson red color instead of the organic brown or white that it normally was. It was obvious that it was someone's blood that had been poured on the skull. I wondered if it was the blood of the people he murdered in the past. Somehow, I got the feeling that it was

Her voice box had completely been damaged. T-Murek looked over at her with a satisfied smile on his face as he watched her suffer in pain. Some of her hair was burning off and dropping to the floor. Blood trickled down her forehead. The top layer of her head had become so soft. T-Murek grabbed the remaining portion of hair and forcefully pulled them out—with little effort, dragging off her scalp along with it. Her skull became partially exposed. He could see her milky white skull as blood rushed in to cover.

His neck turned so rapidly that it made a grinding noise. ~Crunch~ If this had happened to a normal human, he might be dead by now. The entire crowd gasped at this. They all were trying to process the situation. Confusion and shock were visible on their faces. However, most of them had a prideful expression. ”W…” ”Who… is he?” ”Is he for real!” ”He just kicked a Yaksha in the face!” ”You can’t be serious...” ”Black… Armor... Wait a second!”

); beautiful Bub, who —if all went as planned—would have a brother or sister within a few years’ time; their visits to see friends for birthday parties; babysitters; news rants; wives harping at their husbands for not putting away their tools— Emily clenched the shovel. Roared. She jumped, aiming for the zombie’s head but striking its shoulder instead, snapping the collarbone. It shot its glare at her, eyes glassy and black. They didn’t blink. Emily watched its skeleton contort beneath the drum-tight pull of its skin. It looked so frail; only it wasn’t. But worst of all was the way the muscles around its mouth had drawn back in a permanent smile, revealing all those elongated teeth.

Angel and devil. But was it ever bad when Nik was holding my hand? No. Never. Nik moved out of the way and so did Papa. And then I saw them. All the air escaped my body. Neither of their heads had any hair left, only angry red, burnt masses of tangled skin. Their noses and mouths were bleeding and most of their teeth were missing along with their ears. Emilio had one eye missing, like it had been scooped out of his skull. Their torsos had wounds in the shapes of lines and holes from knives, whips, and Goddess knows what else. When my eyes fell on the area between their legs, there was nothing. It was all gone.

“Let’s just try to find our way from here.” But it was like he didn’t hear me at all. He climbed up onto the porch. “Hey, man, say something at least! What, did you fall asleep or what?” He stepped closer and tugged the hood down — and I couldn’t hold back a scream of horror. Konstantin himself jumped back in shock. Under the hood was a skull — a human skull — tilted slightly to the side. “Holy shit…” he muttered under his breath, stepping back. I clapped a trembling hand over my mouth, trying not to sob.

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.