Romans & histoires Red Skull

The lines started to become more polished as the intelligence of the beasts increased until they became beautiful and majestic. The one that stuck out the most for David was the painting of a skeleton. It had 12 blood-red wings coming from its back, two pairs of horns grew on its head, and a red heart was glowing on its chest. It was pointing at the sky, and its flaming eyes looked upwards. Surrounding him were kneeling figures, some were tall, others were short, some were alive, some were ghosts. But all of them respectfully bowed to the existence that the skeleton was signaling. Skeletor looked with interest at the painting and tried to touch it with his bony fingers, but a hand stopped hi

Stefan grumbled, knocking the object with his knuckles, “It's a parietal bone, it's one of two located in the skull, it helps to form the roof of the cranium,” Lilith inspected it closely, “The real question is... Where is the other piece?” Stefan mumbled. “Guys—” I whimpered, swinging the torch from side to side, “if we don't leave right now, it's our skull next they are going to use as a dipper,” Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame,

It was a body that was almost dried up, as if he had been hung on the wall and dried up after death. All the muscles in his body were gone, and only his dry yellow skin and flesh were attached to the bones. His skull-like head was as pale as paper. He had purple lips, black eyes, and sunken pupils, which made people's hair stand on end. Samuel looked at him coldly and said disdainfully, "Old monster, it turns out that you are playing tricks."

But not a human skull; nor that of animal creature known to most of man. No, because this skull, is decorated with a pair of horns, curved ever so slightly. The only time Brandon has ever seen a pair of horns of such shape, on any creature, is- Perseus lets out a low noise, then, something wounded and devastated and shattered, at the same time the realization comes to Brandon: -a dragon. There is no sound in the world, quite like that of a dragon’s heartbreak.

he greeted and kissed me on my forehead. "Good evening, Lucien." "Lucien..." My attention was shortly drawn to the man who called Lucien's attention. It's the Alpha of Crimson Pack, Drago Alessandrei Lestat. I can't help but stare at him. This is actually the first that I see him this close and Einah was right, the man screams danger. The smile he wears is not enough to mask the danger lurking behind his orbs. I wonder what made him like this? The Alpha eyed me with his cobalt orbs but I see no animosity in it. I gave him a smile and a nod to show my greetings. His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk.

“Crinka, do you want me to tell you about the tattoos or not?” “What I want is for you to tell me about the tattoos and the curse.” “I can only tell you about the tattoos. If you want to know about the curse, ask the ones who have been cursed. Now, what did the tattoos look like?” “Skulls, bones, knives and waves, so intricately designed. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t.” “Skulls and bones signify death. Knives and waves signify the medium of death. Waves in the sense that the person died by drowning. Knives in the sense that the person died by stabbing or some other way.”

A slowly death. The punisher was half naked. His face contorted evily in a satisfaction of thirst for blood. The glint on his eyes could not compared to such darkness but indeed it was of such void of evil. his naked back, has a mark of a huge skull and horn which was wrapped in dark circles like an eclipsed moon. Thus, this place was the myth the elders told; the Voidelous Scarke pillars: the origin of Darkness.

Each of them had a jade-green skull mark on their bodies. Clearly, these were the hidden Bone Academy. These people came too quickly and strangely. Even though everyone was on guard, they still did not react. By the time they realized what was going on, their throats had already been ruthlessly cut open by the sharp weapons.

The hollow sockets of the decaying corpse-like figure stares at them. SCREEEEEEHCH! A high pitched sound raises the goosebumps along their arms and the men shut their ears. They are being tormented by the sound, some of their ears bleeding badly. The creature lets out a howl and to the shock of the men, several more skeletal monsters break through the coffins.

Just by speaking, the skull general could control his body and even time with ease, something that couldn't be achieved by just anyone. "Me? Perhaps you already know who I am by looking at the book in front of me." Suddenly, the skeleton general, who had been hunched over, glowed and his old face became younger. A figure with a white beard and gray hair appeared before the eyes of the left general and the bull.