Red Skull Novels & Stories

Gemma has to hurry. There are two points on Draconian that can be used to immobilize them. Jo’s father’s voice rang in Gemma’s head. The Draconian swung its claws again, almost hitting Gemma’s arm. Gemma couldn’t attack it if this flying cockroach kept swinging its claws. The first is in the open forehead. But before that, you have to slash their hands. Gemma looked up and saw what Jo’s father meant. Draconian skulls are not as complete as humans. There was a hole in there that revealed the contents inside its head. There was no brain in it, just a thick, black pulsing lump.

“A poor joke, I know.” He carefully lifted the skull in both hands and turned it so it faced Leesa. “Take a look,” he said as he gently set it back down on the cloth. It took a few seconds before Leesa realized what she was looking at. The skull appeared normal in all respects except one, but that one was enough to pull a sharp gasp from her throat. Jutting down from the upper teeth were two sharp, curved fangs! “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the pointed teeth. “Is that what I think it is?” Professor Clerval smiled. “Yes, it is. I believe this is a genuine vampire skull.”

I was cornered. While the skeleton continued to advance on me, I shut my eyes and shook my head. “This isn’t real… This isn’t real…” The sound of bones rattling toward me was replaced by the sound of those very bones being kicked to the floor. I opened my eyes to see a large figure in the dark, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, standing over the skeleton as it writhed and kicked on the floor. It swiped a bony hand at the figure and slashed it in the thigh, but the figure retaliated by picking the skeleton up by its throat -- well, where its throat would have been, if it had flesh.

No shape could ever truly contain the deep and pervasive horror that Death inspires and to behold it in all its extradimensional glory is to spontaneously fry your brain. In one fluid, memorized motion, Septimus whirls his overcoat off and into the air and a spirit steps out of a wall of monitors to assume the role of a coat-stand. This spirit is fully skeletal; tragically its head is missing so there’s nothing but its spine protruding between the shoulder-blades, making it otherwise perfect as a peg. Septimus tosses his guitar case in the same direction and the decapitated skeleton also catches this out of habit before stiffening ramrod straight like a foot guard at Buckingham Palace.

Just hearing it sent chills down everyone's spines. "Y-You're—" Yates gasped, ignoring his injuries as his face twisted in shock. "You fools don't deserve to know my name," the gray-robed figure snapped. "I'll kill this kid as repayment for a favor I owe my brother." Without another word, they raised their right hand and struck toward Felix. Their arm, terrifyingly thin and bony, seemed more like a weapon of death than a limb. A haunting chorus of wails and howls filled the air as crimson-eyed skulls began materializing in the attack's wake. Then, the skulls swarmed toward Felix, their glowing eyes locking onto him like predators closing in on prey.

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

. Grim Skull moved slowly, as if he were walking through molasses. Ragnar was able to make out every detail of the attacker, from a wart on the back of his left hand to a dent in the transparent steel of the blade. Everything was fatally clear. He could tell the man was limping and looking there, but that didn't slow him down significantly. He saw the man grab the ax before wielding it to cut off Ragnar's head. Everything seemed to be happening to someone else. He then found the old wolf priest Ranek watching him as he stepped over the attacker's shoulder. There was something in the old man's eyes. It could have been sympathy or it could have been contempt. Ragnar didn't know. A dead Ragnarr

She looked at the woman in surprise and cast a quick glance at herself, as if from the side, she could not help exclaiming: “But how? Am I dead? Again there was laughter: “No! Of course not. You understood everything correctly: your soul has now separated from the body, but since I am nearby, this does not threaten you with death, although otherwise, this is exactly what happens. She looked closely at the woman: an elongated, disproportionate by human standards skull, thick black hair falls like a shiny veil over her shoulders, back, chest and ends at her feet with a dark haze. Pretty plump lips, two fangs peek out from under the top. Straight nose and large eyes the color of iridescent molt

Alpha Ink of Crystalheart Pack’s daughter was dead. Standing among the other Sages, Kaizen stared at the body lying on the bed with an expressionless look. Her body was white as snow, like every drop of blood had been drained; her pupils were wide and white; and at the corner of her mouth were blood stains. “It's poison. The smell is nauseating.” Ciel examined without getting close to the corpse with a grimace. “There's signs of struggle. She must have suffered before death. Whoever did it is malicious.”