Shakespeare And Skull Novels & Stories

"It was maddening because I decapitated him myself, took his head, and pinned it up on a spike so the birds could feast on it while it rotted. His skull was my drinking cup, I filled my belly with wine and ale with it." Ophelia's breathing was getting so sharp that she was close to having a panic attack. Her heart didn't want to believe the words spoken by the savage Alpha, but her mind was proving otherwise. Alpha Bailey dipped his hand in his sack bag and threw a skull toward the high table that sat the council of elders. "Over there, is Finlay's skull, believe it or not," It was killing Finlay, to have this man expose him. Had he known, he would have stayed away. None of this would have h

It was a skull that looked exactly like a human, but it was hundreds of times larger, like a house. “F*ck!” Seeing such a thing, everyone was stunned. Even Aesop from the demon tribe trembled in fear. When Nora saw the skull, she even prostrated on the ground and shouted, “Welcome the king!” However, the colossal skull did not squeeze out, as if the opened Undead Gate was not large enough. After taking a glance at everyone present, it retreated again. Jade called out, “We can’t let that thing come out, or else the consequences will be unimaginable.”

' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine. 'The rest of her skeleton is there, but her skull is missing. ' My heart beat skyrocketed and my hands became sweaty. That was not good at all, that skull obviously represented something. For someone to go through such an extend to retrieve bones? it must have been one hell of an important object to them. I remembered coming across a drawing in my mothers journal.

I already burned several lights out and Eva jumped when one blew as she passed it. A small pile of tattered rags lay against the wall in a small niche. “Don’t touch that. It’s been there a long time. We can look at it later.” Haden told the others. He didn’t want to mention the tiny, yellowed skull in the shadows of the niche. If this was a normal resort, he’d have thought it a dog’s skull. But the history of the building said otherwise. That was a child’s skull of a wolf shifter.

He sensed a very strange aura on the other side of this ‘end’. “Is there something fishy going on here?” Andrius tried to punch the wall of the cave. Crash! In an instant, the wall which was about a foot thick shattered into countless fragments, falling to the ground. There was indeed something else there. Andrius instinctively passed through the hole and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he was deeply shocked. He saw a huge skull! The skull’s size far exceeded Andrius’ imagination. It was almost larger than any living creature he had ever seen. Just lying there, it was several stories tall. One could only imagine how huge its entire body was.

Kyle pushed and elbowed his way through the thick crowd inside Shakespeare's Globe theater. He had stood there for hours, on the outskirts, throughout the interminably long play, waiting for his chance. Romeo and Juliet. What terrible stuff. He had despised every word, stupid stuff of poetry, a waste of his precious time. The only parts he had liked were watching Romeo and Juliet die. He only wished they had died right away. Too bad he, Kyle, wasn’t a playwright, he thought—he could teach Shakespeare a thing or two.

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"

"Sanguis vetus, vita nova, ex umbris ad lucem revoca." "Per potentiam sanguinis et terrae, confringere vincula mortis." As the final words left Alisha's lips, the old witch took a massive iron spoon. She dipped it deep into the cauldron and scooped up the glowing, crimson potion. With a swift movement, she poured it directly over the decayed skeleton’s skull. Immediately the potion touched the body, the reaction was absolutely terrifying. The skeleton began bubbling hard as the liquid sizzled against the dry bone structure.

Bones and skulls line the corridors, casting eerie shadows that dance along the uneven surfaces. The water here is thick with a somber stillness, broken only by the gentle currents that carry whispers of forgotten tales. Bioluminescent organisms add a faint ethereal glow, illuminating the macabre scene. The skeletal remains, encased in calcium, create a haunting tapestry that tells the stories of lives long past.

I heard allistair's commanding voice as I could easily detect the bloodshed going in behind me from the look on skulls eyes. His Clan's bloodshed, not mine. “It's either you bring back my cargo, Skull!” I demanded nicely, Totally loving the shocked look on his eyes. “Or die…”