Red Skull Novels & Stories

It was a desert without a person in sight within a thousand-kilometer radius. Yet in the middle of this desert was a terrifying place. It was the Skeleton Fields, formed by countless skeletons. In the middle of the Skeleton Fields was a throne made of skulls. A tall figure sat on the skull throne, hunched over one of the throne's armrests as if he were half-asleep. The figure was wearing a red cloak, his face hidden in the hood of the cloak, so it was hard to see his face. He seemed to have fused with the skull throne and the Skeleton Fields for an unknown period of time.

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

But it was his face that made my blood run cold. He wore a mask of bone—a skull that had been carved and polished and fitted to his features. It was not his own skull. It was something older, something ancient, something that had belonged to a wolf who had died centuries ago. The eye sockets were filled with pale green fire, burning with a cold, patient hunger.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.

A wolf skeleton. Fully articulated, bones bleached bone-white by years in the water. The skull grinned at me—empty sockets, jagged canines, the spine trailing ribbons of decayed flesh that drifted like pale seaweed. One foreleg was still caught in rusted chain, the other broken at an impossible angle. The ribcage had been cracked open—long ago, violently—like someone had reached in and torn the heart out. My lungs seized. I choked. Water rushed in—cold, bitter, burning down my throat. Panic clawed up my spine. I thrashed, vision tunneling, black spots blooming at the edges.

We got to a particular place after mounting the stairs upwards, hence leading us to a higher floor, when I saw something that made me yell out sharply, like the sound a person would make when needle is jutted on his butt. But I took me minutes to realize that the sound had originated from my lips because I was momentarily frozen. It was a skull hung on a stick that had been dug a few feet below the ground. The skull was dipped in a crimson red color instead of the organic brown or white that it normally was. It was obvious that it was someone's blood that had been poured on the skull. I wondered if it was the blood of the people he murdered in the past. Somehow, I got the feeling that it was

it threatened. Suddenly, the scenery changed into a blur. It looked like someone had just erased a drawing on the board, then quickly change the drawing. I was suddenly already in an alley. I saw the sad Alexander and the Dark Lord on one side. I could finally see the creature’s face. It was a skull. “Grim Reaper?” I whispered the question, much to myself. “Yup,” Lex confirmed my suspicion. Kira was walking without seeing them or us from the other side. She was wearing a woman's suit, a pair of pants, and a pair of riding boots.

Skull spat. "You did nothing but ruin my life. You took nearly everything from me. I've had to fight to protect the things I have left, all because of you" Red growled. Skull looked like he'd just been slapped. He was slowly loosing it. "I'll give you one more chance. Kill the girl and come back to me" Skull said. Red chuckled bitterly. "You must think that I'm stupid. I'll tell you what, you're wrong. I know everything now. You poisoned my mind with so many lies and deceits but I know the truth now"

The light rushed toward me as I run towards it but then my eyes lands on something. My relief lasting approximately three seconds because the closer it got the statues around me resembled a flaming skull. “What the hell?” As I got closer I realized i being to hear a loud piercing scream, one that could rip through glass as the skull screamed. And immediately I screamed but the skull screamed louder and then I realize it’s freaking fucking moves. And am literally walking backwards as the skull moves past me in a speed that inhumanely impossible . I take it back am not scared am weirded out!