Red Skull Novels & Stories

They were my companions who’ve been with me since I first gained this power, sharing many experiences and battles with me. "Ahem...get up quickly! There's no need to go through all of that!" I notified them straight away. Then they both stood up and grinned towards me. They can't talk yet, but they will be able to after today. Analyse! [Capra Demon-Mystic Rank] Name: Skull Level 36 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP-4000/12000 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-560. STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31

His head begins to bang, drumming a fast staccato beat. “Arrrgh…” Kudaisi scream long and hard, grabbing unto his chest as a piercing pain also strikes him in the chest as blood begins to pool under me. His heart seems to want to jump out of its cage. Slowly, the pain in his chest mirrors the fast staccato beat in his head, and his screams increase making me arch himself off the floor and roll around uncaringly on the grass.

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

Veronica had even introduced me to them on the battlefield where they were punished by the elders. But as I watched, the features of his face slowly melted away, revealing the bare skull underneath. He had finally become a complete skeleton. He was truly dead—no soul remained. In this world of the undead, only Klaus, Veronica, and Carlos had retained their human forms. Why were some people skeletons while others were not? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I felt an urgent need to test my theory. I pulled the crystal ball from the white silk knot at the back of my waist. Holding it up to the bleeding skeleton on the ground, I noticed one of the black spots inside the crystal tremble slightly

When he emerged, his face was ashen. In his hands, he carried something wrapped in rotting velvet something that caught the green light and threw it back in dull, bone-white reflections. He set it on the examination table beside me. His hands were shaking. The velvet fell away. It was a skull. Human. Male. Ancient, by the yellowing of the bone. But what made my heart stop wasn't its age, like it was the crack running from temple to jaw, and the single word carved into the forehead in jagged, deliberate strokes:

Thunder struck with such force that it almost burst her eardrums, and lightning—a strange, ethereal blue color—illuminated everything around her for a brief, terrible moment. She realized with mounting horror that what she had taken for mountains on the horizons were actually thousands upon thousands of skulls piled up high. Not just any skulls—werewolf skulls, their elongated canines gleaming in the blue light, empty eye sockets seeming to follow her movements with accusatory stares.

Cori “The women do not leave your sight,” Dax said to Skull for the fifth time. The poor man had no idea what he was walking into. Skull was somewhere in his forties with a beard full of white hair. His old lady was a hair stylist though Skull was bald like Duke and didn’t need her services. He’d stuck with Dax when Dax took over the club. I’d never mistaken the cuddly bear for anything other than what he was. Killers R Us would hire him.

"I'm afraid deary, it won't be as simple as me spitting and pissing in a bowl this time. We'll need the eye of a –" Isis was cut off by a cloaked figure I almost forgot was with us. "Eye of a Zombie, the teeth of a Banshee, virgin's blood, and the flame of a dragon." the bone man grinned. "I'm Major Skully, at your service madam," he took his top hat off and bowed. "I'm Hazel and this is–" "Irena," he whispered as he took in Isis' appearance. "Well, I know Irena is dead, but you look so much like her."

Prez’s POV “Right on time,” I grinned and leaned down on my bike, as about a dozen or so bikers circled me. The air was thick with the smell of burning plastic, money, and about a thousand pounds of cocaine, heroin, and LSD... This was the first time I officially met the Black Skulls president. Viper was a balled man in his late forties, with a huge black bear and tattoos that covered most of his body. His eyes were the same dark brown that Rose had, but other than that, they were nothing alike. His features were big all over, with hands that looked like bear paws. He had a huge pot belly hanging over his belt and a menacing look in his eyes that matched the expression on his face.

His eyes are silver. "They are Vaughn's twin men, Von Floyd Vaughn's brown haired man and Van Floyd Vaughn's black haired man. Like Creed, the two are half vampire and half wolf, you can't separate the two unless they fight "Do you see their piercing? That's their best asset, did you see the design of their earrings? Skull. It means when you do something they don't want you to break." He whispered to me.