Kissing Skulls Novels & Stories

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

After he stared at me in the dark for a while, he obeyed. I used the moment to get my phone ready and when Steven stopped drinking, I crushed my lips into his. Snapping a photo of it, the light illuminated my mask and his face with his gray eyes wide opened. A ridiculous way to kiss someone! Not sure if this was proof that he wasn’t gay, I kissed him again before he could see that I was giving half my attention to my mobile. It was like kissing your brother, no passion, no sparks. Just two wet mouths moving.

Jake snarled back, his sanity dissolving into pure, unadulterated instinct as his mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was a violent, bruising collision of teeth, tongue, and raw malice. It wasn't a surrender; it was an absolute war of dominance. Avery bit his bottom lip until the metallic tang of his True Alpha blood flooded their mouths, but Jake only let out a feral, satisfied growl, his teeth sinking into the sensitive column of her throat in return, marking her skin with a ruthless, territorial force. They traded insults between breathless, bruising kisses, panting slurs of "bastard" and "liar" against each other's lips while their hands violently tore at each other's sanity.

Like I didn’t claw, scream, kick, and bite until my throat shredded and my knuckles bled. Like Skull didn’t pin me down with that disgusting grin on his face and show me exactly what Voss had sold. Like I didn’t hear Voss say, “He’ll break eventually.” Three days. Three fucking days. Skull raped me. Over and over. And when he was done, his three little mutts—Tank, Coil, and Ripper—took their turns. They treated me like a broken toy passed around at a frat party. And when they got bored, they all came at once.

Lips and tongues collided as our bodies pressed together. His lips ventured from mine, kissing and caressing down the side of my neck until he found the super-sensitive spot just under my jaw and ear. The rough stubble of his chin scraped at my skin in the most tantalizing way, making me moan and writhe for more. Yet, the only thing I could do was to let my head fall back and drink in ever exquisite sensation of his mouth on my skin. I wanted more. So much more.

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

I said slowly, still holding the skull mask, “I used to go to Club Pink sometimes. Always masked, always careful not to be recognized.” Nikolai’s expression had gone very still, very focused. “And?” “And one night, I met someone there. Someone wearing a mask exactly like this one.” I lifted the ceramic skull, watching as recognition dawned in Nikolai’s eyes. “We didn’t talk much. We didn’t even exchange names. But we…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. The memory was suddenly vivid—hands in the dark, desperate kisses, the kind of anonymous encounter that had left me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. It had been intense and brief and completely unlike anything

I felt like I was about to faint, but seeing his face for the first time made my skin crawl. The monster had black scales for skin, his pupils were red, and the white that was supposed to surround his eyeballs were black. His face was also covered in scales, but he had human features aside from his horns that were twirled like a ram’s horn, and it was probably a foot long, each. The monster looked like a demonic version of Rian, and he had slime covering his chest and neck. He smelled like sulfur, and my skin crawled as I looked down and saw that his legs were also scales, as well as the rest of his body, and he was covered with more slime.

This made me wonder if they were skeletons. " Are this real?" Lena asked to whisper as if reading my mind and I shrugged in return " I don't think so" " They are real," the harsh lady said out of the blue and that made us squealed in fear. We didn't know she was listening to our conversation. "These skulls and Skeletons all belong to our forefathers, our hero. They are kept here for reference purposes. People of high rankers are the only ones allowed to enter here. Then why are we here? I thought to myself.

It was at this moment that Professor Barland chose to enter the fray, opening the door and nearly tripping headlong over the boy as he reached for a final penny tucking itself under the ottoman. "What the devil- Mylo, good heavens is that you? I nearly broke a leg, young man, away with you!" Spluttered the professor as the boy righted himself, clutching to the mantelpiece and coming face to face with an old skull, its empty sockets gazing balefully through him. "Is that a human skull, Mr Skweyiya? Can I have a look?" "No! Out, boy- out!"