Shakespeare Skull Novels & Stories

I give him the evil eye and he snubs it. Skull strides in followed by a woman. She’s around his age, has huge hair, and wears a lot of makeup. They’re carrying stacks of pizza boxes. Thank God, I’m starving. I’m guessing the woman is a whore, via Dagger’s explanation. She gives me a strange look and then proceeds to ignore me. “Hey, princess, bring two beers over here,” Skull shouts louder than he needs to. The damn music he listens to has damaged his hearing, I know it.

Nollace turned his head sideways and asked, “Have you found anything on Rocky?” Edison replied, “It’s the Skull Club.” Nollace stopped in his tracks and squinted. He had heard of the Skull Club before. They were an aggressive organization and could be found in nightclubs and casinos. If the Skull Club's people killed Rocky, things would be entirely different. He flicked through the blinds in the office corridor and vaguely saw the figure inside. A staff member came out of the office and said, “Mr. Knowles, Ms. Vanderbilt wants to see you.”

“Don’t you know where we are? We are inside a pirate ship. Can’t you recognize that flag?” He pointed at the flag with a skull on it. “You are leading us to death!”

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Before turning to walk into the study with Damon. His study was full of dark artifacts; one artifact in particular grabbing my attention. It was a witches skull which laid on his desk decoratively holding some of my favorite flowers, Odessa Calla Lillie’s. A witches skull had large eyes sockets, with long points on their chin and their foreheads. It’s almost as if it’s meant to reassemble the crescent moon. I picked at the petals sprouting from the eye sockets of the skull as Damon spoke not really hearing a word he said until he turned and said “Elena? Are you listening?!”

the child giggled. "I like them too," I giggled as I noticed one of them pushing their head under my palm. "Mongrel wants you to pet him." I rubbed his head and he purred, "Good boy, Mongrel," I cooed. "So, Skully is dead," Declan let out. "I'm glad. He was a wicked bastard." "Yes, but we must destroy his phylactery. It's an item that a Lich uses to store their life force." Cedella explained. "Skully was a cleric mage, so for him to become a Lich he had to forge a phylactery."

In order to figure out how the mechanism of this skull worked, he cut a small wound and dripped a drop of blood on it. The cracks in the skull emitted a faint red light, and it was extremely clear that it was absorbing the dripping blood. Soon, the blood disappeared without a trace. "This thing is really a little scary. No wonder those believers are so convinced." Samuel sighed. If he were not an atheist, he would have been fooled by this kind of situation. However, he firmly believed that there were no ghosts or gods in the world, so the skull was just a prop in his eyes. He just could not find out how its mechanism worked for the time being.

Strange objects were scattered across its surface. A brass astrolabe, dull but still detailed. A collection of oddly shaped crystals that caught the flashlight beams in strange ways, reflecting light that didn’t feel natural. And then— A human skull. It sat quietly among the objects, its hollow eye sockets staring straight into the darkness… as if it was watching them. “Whoa…” Marco whispered, his voice low, caught between amazement and fear. “Your grandfather was into some… really weird stuff.” Ben swallowed hard but said nothing.

Looking at the crystal skull that Mario was holding onto, everyone below stage couldn’t help but cheer in awe, including Gerald and his party. After all, the four individuals hadn’t expected to find such a precious treasure out here of all places. With the skull being so clear and dazzling, it was no wonder why it was capable of making everyone experience a special, indescribable feeling… Whatever the case was, everyone snapped out of it when Mario cleared his throat before declaring, “Let’s start the bidding at four million! To make things clear, each bid increment shouldn’t be less than a million! With that out of the way, let the bidding begin!”

Marcus flared his nose as the smell of dry blood hit his nose, he spared Reagan a glance as they both exchanged looks before a deadly smile curled up his lips. Entering into a small cavity shaped in skull form, he nods his head as he slowly glances around. A huge cranium is carved on the wall, it is so huge that if not mentally strong it can send a dangerous chill down the spine, a throne decorated with silvers was used in designing it with a vast mirror hanging on the wall beside the shaped skull. The place seems scary and dangerous, it irks evil but none of it frightened Marcus or Reagan. "Where is she?" He asked all of a sudden startling Ariana after some hours of silence.