Kissing Skulls Novels & Stories

The four went on a killing spree within the Skull Passageway. Some of these skeletons were still wearing clothes, and it was evident that it was French attire. There were men and women of all ages. A few were even infants who were just born. They were initially ordinary people, just like everyone else. Yet now, they were resurrected by some odd energy within the Skull Passageway, becoming tools to help attack Alex and the others. All of them had turned rather strong. Their bones were tougher too.

We had reached the woods. A sudden wave of nostalgia swept over me as we disembarked, the path reminding me of Ellen. It seemed all shamans lived in isolation, cut off from the world. We pressed forward, until we arrived in front of a cave. “We’re here,” Luna announced. At the entrance, dried skulls were hinged around the cave’s opening, their hollow eyes staring out at us. Some of the skulls looked animalistic, others distinctly human. One in particular sent a chill down my spine, its eerie, vacant gaze seeming to follow me.

Without breaking our eye contact he slowly leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips were just a centimetre apart when he whispered –"Please Skylar doesn't go away from me. You are mine and only mine! I am begging you, please don't do this us." Saying this he pulled our bodies together and placed his beautiful soft lips over mine. This could have been very romantic. Kissing your loved one in the rain, but here we are breaking up something that wasn't even there in the first place. His lips were begging me to not go, to open up myself, to not end this wobbling, fragile relationship that was built upon games and lies.

In the distance, I can hear creatures stalking around, their calls to each other haunting. It's even more frightening when I have no idea what they are, and what they are capable of... As my hands are warming over the fire, Kastriv suddenly startles, sitting up in one rushed movement. "Woah, you're awake." He blinks, resting his palm against his forehead. "What happened?" "You collapsed. Your eyes turned red," I explain. He looks a little out of it, but other than that, and the dried blood on his chin, which he promptly rubs away at, there is no evidence that any harm came to him.

He had finally cleared the jam in his minigun, the heavy metallic clack of the bolt sliding home offering a small comfort in the dark. They reached the end of the corridor. It opened into a vast, circular chamber. The room was shaped like a funnel, sloping downward toward a central pit. The walls were lined with thousands of small, hexagonal alcoves. "What are those?" Haley asked, shining her flashlight beam up the walls. Jack squinted. Inside each alcove was a skull. Human skulls. Elongated skulls. Skulls with horns. A taxonomy of genetic failures. "The waste bin," Jack said grimly. "Failed experiments."

His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. ​I shook my head. "No." ​I reached out, pulling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and pulled him down. Before he could say another word, I pressed my lips against his. ​I just kissed the hockey captain.

Mum sighed dramatically, like she had been waiting her entire life for this question. “Well ” she began. “No, Mum, stop” “My first kiss,” she continued proudly, “was with your father. Behind the old community centre, on a Tuesday afternoon, after he pretended not to like me in class all semester.” “Oh my god,” I groaned. “Please stop talking.” But Mum was unstoppable now. “He smelled like mint gum and new textbooks,” she reminisced, eyes glazing. “And he had this haircut that made him look like a confused goat but I didn’t mind—”

With her thumb, she stroked her lips and left herself loose in the scene of her intense kiss with Lucas. Skyla's mouth started watering when she remembered how he would press his mouth deep into hers. She panted as she went on to live the scene again. That kiss had the power to let Skyla forget about all her worries. That kiss taught her to live her life to the fullest. That kiss made her realize that love existed and Lucas, who was her first kiss, loved her deeply. Skyla enjoyed her time bathing in the bathtub and once the relay of the steamg scene concluded, she said curiously, "What will Lycan Lucas do with me next?"

My subconscious kept yelling at me to stop him but I was lost in the pleasure of his kisses, which made me want more. “I only know two things…” He kissed my cleavage then moved his lips to the right. “To kill and to kiss.” Then his lips traveled to the left. “And whenever I see you, I want to kiss you.” Saying it, he landed his lips on mine. I kissed him back trying to suck away all his sadness, worries, and whatever he was facing. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He deepened his kiss making me almost lose my breath.

My lips met his in a hungry, desperate clash, a collision of suppressed longing and explosive desire. In that instant, as our mouths fused, I was reminded of all the things I hadn't felt in days, in weeks, perhaps even months. It wasn’t just physical sensation; it was a profound sense of connection, a recognition that transcended his current amnesia. We were kissing each other like animals, driven by pure instinct, by a primal hunger that had been suppressed for far too long. There was no gentleness, no tender affection, only a fierce dance of sucking, biting, moaning, and groaning.