Red Skull Novels & Stories

She picked up a chair and threw it at the woman. After two loud crashes, the woman wailed. She shrunk into a corner, hugging her legs. When the two men saw this, they stormed toward her and snatched the knife out of her hands. Then, they twisted her arms behind her back and subdued her. However, she refused to give in. She writhed violently, cursing loudly. I yanked the cap and mask off of her to get a good look at her face. She was rather beautiful, except her narrow eyes made her look ferocious.

Adrian’s baritone voice was full of threat, “This is what I gave up everything for.” With that, cracks began spreading across the Black Coffin’s surface, filled with cobwebs. The black mist wriggled even harder and danced with joy. I stared at it, gulping and gaping. Then, through the widening cracks, I spotted something off-white. “What the heck?” A skeletal hand pressed against the inside of the coffin crown, its fingers slender. Then, more bones became visible through the cracked surface. Soon, ribs and skull could be seen. “No…” I mumbled, terror twisting my stomach.

"Close your eyes for me." "Mommy?" Little Cole grew curious as Kira slides a satin eye mask over her eyes. "It's just until we get on the highway, alright? Be a good girl and keep it on." "Okay mommy…" Cole obeys, sitting quietly as Kira drives out of the garage. She slams the brakes when a delirious Mr. Crane runs in front of the vehicle. Breathing hard and with a crazed look. Mr. Crane is naked and with sores covering his flesh. Some of them consume part of his scalp, where shiny brown hair used to grow. Each sore bleeds blue pus and his fingernails are the same toxic-blue color. He stares with eyes 'black as ink' as her husband described. Black veiny whites surrounding the iris's, Kira kn

He felt disgust crawling up his throat and he felt like clawing at his lungs to get rid of the feeling. It couldn't be the Red skull pack as only two packs were allowed to move freely on the Red Moon night. His pack and the Crystal Moon Pack. Every other pack would be locked up and guarded tightly. Especially the Red Skull Pack. The Crystal Moon Pack also had a ritual he had heard of every Red Moon night. He had never seen it with his own two eyes but he had heard rumors of it. Sometimes it was better to believe rumors and take precautions than discard them. He had learned that the hard way.

Human bones, weathered by time and the relentless flow of water, intertwine with the skulls, creating a haunting display of mortality. The ethereal glow from the waysticks casts shadows upon the skeletal structures, illuminating the intricate details of the bones. Delicate features of the skulls become visible, their curves and contours accentuated by the soft light. The translucent layer of calcium, formed from the presence of limestone fragments packed between bone and stone, overlays the skulls and bones, creating a patchwork effect. In some places, the layer appears frosted, obscuring certain details, while in other areas, it is more transparent, emphasizing the eerie beauty of the skele

Skulls—both human and werewolf—were on long sticks, their empty eyes looking into the distance. I felt heavy inside as I looked at the eerie scene. The skulls moved a little in the breeze, and each one seemed to have its own story of suffering. The human heads looked like they were in pain, while the werewolf skulls had something strange about them, with bits of fur making them scarier. The wind made the bones scrape against the wood with a creepy sound. The smell of death and rot filled the air, making me feel scared and sick. It was clear—Swiftclaw ruled by making people scared, and this scary scene was meant to show how strong he was.

But before I could finish, he closed the book with a soft thud. My breath caught in my throat. Because on the leather cover—bold and unmistakable—was a symbol I’d seen many times. The logo of the Skulls Syndicate. Cold dread seeped into my bones. He slowly turned toward me now, brows slightly raised, as if he’d noticed the exact moment my expression changed. “What were you about to say?”

None of it was real…but it was fun to pretend. My eyes trailed over his body, and that was when I noticed the ring on his right hand. On his middle finger was a skull made of diamonds. It was gray, the color of fossilized bone, so the diamonds were vibrant and noticeable. It was a peculiar ring. I remembered the back of his business card and the image of the skull in the center. The fact that he had guards watching his place at all times didn’t bode well. The only kind of men that did that were criminals. “That’s an interesting ring.”

It smelled of the sewers, of old blood, and of the grave. From the darkness of the tunnel, a creature emerged. It stood on two legs, hunched over, massive shoulders scraping the sides of the tunnel. It was covered in grey fur that was matted with slime and falling out in clumps, revealing black, scaly skin beneath. Its right arm was visibly larger than its left, pulsing with red veins. But the face... the face was the worst part. It was a wolf’s muzzle stretched over a human skull. The eyes were burning red pits.

Dark King". This girl is really interesting along with this orange-guy." They suddenly stand up from their seat when the screen showing Mizu team blackened, "Wait, why is the camera from their team suddenly turned off?" the man monitoring them perplexity shouted. In the room where Mizu was, where all of them were already asleep, a young lad in a silky white hair and black stylish mask covered his handsome face, wearing a thick dark cloak with a logo of a terrifying dragon, a crest of the East House was walking in a very light and untraceable step, and stops, looking tenderly at Mizu in the cage.