Shakespeare And Skull Novels & Stories

This made me wonder if they were skeletons. " Are this real?" Lena asked to whisper as if reading my mind and I shrugged in return " I don't think so" " They are real," the harsh lady said out of the blue and that made us squealed in fear. We didn't know she was listening to our conversation. "These skulls and Skeletons all belong to our forefathers, our hero. They are kept here for reference purposes. People of high rankers are the only ones allowed to enter here. Then why are we here? I thought to myself.

“Please—don’t! I’m sorry—if all four of you take me at once, I’ll—I won’t survive it. I’ll be ruined, please—please!” Skull laughed in my face. A slow, guttural sound that rattled my bones. “Cut the act, twink,” he sneered. “You’ve been taking dick for seven years at least. This should be nothing for you.” Then he added, voice dripping with cruelty, “If you don’t fight back and take it like a girl, we might make this good for you. But bite or try to fight back—and you’re dead meat.” He laughed again as he reached for his waistband. My breath hitched.

“This time it was William playing with the words. He split it up so it sounds like it is the stomach and throat from a mummy. Back then people actually digested a powder called mumia” “Oh God.. don't tell me that it was..”. “Oh yeah. It was actually a real, pulverised egyptian mummy”. Gudrun says, grinning. “Eww”. “Yeah, but lucky for us, because if you add that powder then you get absolutely no effect. There are some that don't buy it and insist that the maw and gulf belong to the shark in the next line, and they are right but they can’t find the fitting plant”. Gudrun giggles and shakes a jar. “It’s this one, and Shakespeare's way of saying we need the crown leaf from the turtlehead”.

Hannah stood back from Rebecca with the vale of blood and the skull in hand, her moment has arrived, success was finally hers! "Please Hannah! I beg you to reconsider this!" Skyler said from the cage she was held in with Alexander. "Quiet countess, you dare ask me that question? Dare ask me to keep my mother in that hell!?" She yelled looking at Skyler as she placed the skull in the tomb completing the skeleton. "Isn't the world perfect!? Isn't everything calm, peaceful!? Rachel will ruin it all!" Skyler kept begging.

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

“As a matter of fact, I'm glad you're early. I have something here I think you'll find quite interesting. Pull your chair up close.” Leesa lifted the old cushioned chair she'd sat on the last time she was here and set it in front of the desk, next to the professor's. Sitting down, she was astonished to see what looked to be a very real skull resting on a velvet cloth in the middle of the desk. The skull glowed a dull yellow in the candlelight, like a leftover Halloween decoration. “Is that thing real?” she asked. “Oh, yes. Very real. And very special. I call him Yorick.” He chuckled, looking embarrassed. “A poor joke, I know.”

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.

“Wait. You mean you met Sheila? Face to face?” I nodded slowly. Tyla’s eyes darkened instantly, her jaw clenching like she was already planning to rearrange Sheila’s bones. “Oh, she’s dead.” I raised my hand slowly, wincing at the dull ache in my shoulder. “You guys want to know the more shocking part?” Tyla and Quin’s eyes narrowed, waiting for what I am about to say. “Sheila has always been working for the Skulls Syndicate.” “How do you know that?”

I squinted, trying to make out my surroundings, but it was too dark to see anything clearly. The ground beneath me cracked ominously as I shifted, and I almost fell again. Curious—and horrified—I reached down, my fingers brushing against something smooth and cold. I brought it closer, trying to make it out in the shadows, and then froze as the shape became clear—a human skull, empty sockets staring back at me. A scream tore from my throat as I dropped it, the bone shattering as it landed on what felt like an endless layer of bones beneath me.

"She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake." The joker swallowed and shook his head. The skull face's grinning face contorted into a grotesque glare. He caught the Joker's cheeks in a death grip; the long sculpted fingers were also painted in skeletal bones. "You try to mess with something that's mine and I'll mince you into tiny little meat cubes and ship it to the nearest supermarket. Get it?" He nodded, and then the Skull face twisted his fingers and the joker yelped but of course, no one could hear him over the loud blast of music. The man scrambled away, I was pretty sure he would make a run for his car.