Red Skull Novels & Stories

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

Coincidentally, some droplets landed on the skull and quickly seeped into it as if being absorbed, disappearing without a trace. Andrius did not pay it much mind and was just surprised by its hardness. Suddenly, a strange sound reverberated. Crack! Crack, crack— Andrius instantly had a bad feeling. To his horror, the being that had died countless years ago and was reduced to a skull actually moved. The sudden change shocked him. This existence that had died for an unknown number of years was showing signs of coming back to life! Swoosh! Andrius did not dare to be careless and immediately grabbed the Linebreaker Overlord, striking before the skull could fully stand up.

Muscles rolled under the flesh like coiled snakes trapped under cloth. ​Lyra stumbled back, her boots catching in the crust. The face she had desperately longed to see peeled away, leaving something tall, skeletal, and monstrous in its wake. ​Its limbs were far too long, its shoulders narrow as a blade. Tight, charcoal-black skin clung directly to bone, and burning silver orbs gleamed from deep, hollow sockets. ​The thing smiled again, devoid of any remaining humanity. ​"Blackreach sends its regards." ​The voice was still Kaelen's—a perfect, mocking match that made the horror a hundred times worse.

The third… gods help us… it was human shaped, cloaked in shadow, shifting its face constantly like it was trying to steal someone’s soul. Gasps rippled through the crowd, but Draken just cracked his knuckles and stepped up like it was a fucking showcase. “This one,” he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.”

And in the center—an altar. A skull rested on it. Massive. Cracked. Crowned with dull gold. Not wolf. Not human. Something stranger. Kael stepped forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s not a wolf.” Ezra walked closer, his breath catching in his chest. The skull had a shape that didn’t belong in this world—sharp, long, unnaturally curved. Wrong in a way that made his stomach twist. Below it, a flame burned. It didn’t float. It sat. Low. Blue. Quiet. But when Ezra stepped closer, it flickered in time with his pulse.

And at the very center of this cathedral of horror sat Roosevelt. He rested on his grotesque throne sculpted entirely from skulls—demon skulls, beast skulls, humanoid skulls bleached pale by centuries of fear. His cloak pooled at his feet like spilled darkness. One clawed finger tapped slowly against the armrest, rhythmic and cold, like he was listening for a heartbeat that had long stopped. A demon approached, trembling before speaking. "My Lord… all the Werewolves have gathered in a single pack." Roosevelt didn't look surprised. His lips lifted in a sharp, predatory smile.

(Sasu) Nudging at the Alehandro that were sticking close to him with his elbow, it's true that the skeleton has never really damaged the corpse the dragged. But since now the corpse have a living being inside, although the corpse already dead but they ho hid inside of it were very much alive. After much deliberation, this boar monster were chosen due to it's large build and also it's thick hide and meat, it would be able to provide them with a protective layer in case the undead skeleton decided to break the patterns.

Draco asked anxiously. But before Astrid had time to answer, her eyes widened, and her body convulsed. She screamed in pain in a shrill tone, and then her body was torn apart and transformed into a Skeleton Dragon with a dense aura of darkness. “Nooooooooooooo!” Draco screamed hysterically. The skeleton dragon roared ferociously and tore at the cobwebs that bound it. With a single move, the skeleton dragon landed on the red carpet, right in front of Draco, and charged fiercely.

These skulls were the skulls of Alphas. Meera leaned in close to her and looked her menacingly in the eyes. "I can promise you this. I will make sure to put your skull at the very top, a prized possession and very beautiful decoration. I might even use it to drink sometimes." Merera could see the fear that was leaking out of Scarlett's eyes and Scarlett had to admit that she did feel scared. The skulls were so much and they were all the skulls of alpha wolves, it was enough to make anybody scared and at the threat that Meera had issued, she felt a pang of terror in her. She knew that the witch always kept to her words. Whenever she set out to do evil, she would make sure that she saw it to t

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.