Red Skull Novels & Stories

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

Suddenly she could place the odor being carried in the wind--it was the stench of rot and spilled blood, of putrefying flesh. Along the bottom of the palisades were sun-bleached, weathered skulls, whipped white and clean by the wind and the sun. Along the top, the skulls looked fresher. That is, they were still clearly peoples heads--thick manes of black hair, skin mostly intact. But the skulls in the middle were someplace between mortal and monster: The frayed skin was peeling back, leaving dried brown blood on bone. The faces were stretched tight with what might have been terror or rage. Lawrence staggered away, hoping for a breath of air that didnt stink o

A smirk flickered across his hidden face. That hint of human emotion broke his hold on me and I reeled backwards, screaming. “What the hell do you want! What are you?” I cried, hands curling into fists. He laughed, closing the distance between us. His eyes were a mockery of a human's, pinprick pupils amidst pools of crimson. With painstaking slowness he lifted his hands, drawing his hood of shadows back. My face drained. “Sweet Jesus,” I whispered. A bleached white skull grinned back at me. “Hello, love.” It smirked. I buckled over, into black.

Hungry grins flickered on grotesque faces, paws trembled convulsively, scraping the ground. It was the first time Elena had seen the reincarnated inhabitants of Reeta so close, she clenched her teeth steadfastly, but inside her everything turned upside down with horror. Ordinary people couldn’t turn into this… Skeletons of bones protruded under the gray skin, skin-covered muscles lay on them in tight bundles, long arms, used in the same way when running, were crowned with huge claws, but most importantly, there was nothing human in their faces. Round sad eyes, with reddish reflections of unbearable hunger, almost no nose, and pointed fangs protrude from the mouths. Are they people too?

Professor Derrick turned to look at me. "I think I stepped on something." I said to him, He nodded as we both slowly, yet simultaneously began to look down. I raised my legs and realized it was a skull. My soul nearly jumped out of my body at the sight of it. "That's..." I said whimpering and shaking as I held him with both hands now. "A skull." He responded like it was nothing. I mean, it had to be nothing to one who spent time killing but wait, I used to think vampires dissipate when killed? So why was he not affected by the skull?

I groaned and sat on the bed. Jack stood in front of me and as I looked up at him, his smile instantly turned to a frown. He crouched down and cupped my cheeks in his palm. "What happened to your neck?" He questioned, turning my face to each direction as he inspected them. "They are red... bruised" He muttered, his frown deepening. "I-Uhm—" I couldn't come up with anything to cover what happened to me. "I'm sorry," Jack mumbled, shocking me.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Skeleton Saint became an SS-Rank. The Skeleton Ninja and the Skeleton Rogue were the most interesting ones as well, they were two skeletons that specialized in fast attacks and agility, something often not seen in such Undead creatures. The Skeleton Ninja evolved into a Skeleton Shadow Ninja, and then into a Skeleton Shadow Moon Ninja… gaining shadow-like abilities. The Skeleton Rogue evolved into a Skeleton Assassin, and then into a Crimson Skeleton Assassin, gaining several crimson-red robes and a powerful dagger coated in crimson-red metallic materials, it was interesting. Both of them ended at SS-Rank.

Tethys strode into the tomb with the exact same arrogance that defined him, his every movement an exercise in calculated confidence. He was flanked by his marids, their dark, obsidian bodies shimmering in the dim light. They were creatures of pure malice, their eyes glowing with the malevolent fire of their master. With a silent, sharp gesture, they carried forth a massive skull, a grotesque relic of long-forgotten beasts. The skull was oblong, its surface marred by jagged teeth that seemed to glisten with a hunger of their own. They placed the skull right next to Aylin’s suspended form, and the air around them immediately began to pulse with dark energy.

“Thank you. Step away.” He studied me for a moment, then nodded and moved to the far wall, setting the notepad down on a shelf. He didn’t argue. I think he had known it would come to this. I lifted two fingers toward the door. It opened, and Skull walked in. He was the biggest man on my security team, six and a half feet of quiet muscle with a shaved head and a scar that ran from his ear to his collar. He had earned his nickname years ago for reasons I had never asked about. Under one arm, he carried a black canvas roll, and in his other hand, he held a small steel case. He set both on the shelf without a word and began unrolling the canvas.