Shakespeare Skull Novels & Stories

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' 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.

“That dude, Skylar is a piece of shit that gets scared easily, dude, for real, cries at everything “. “And how would you know that ?”. “Well he kind of lives in my neighborhood “. Jason replied me. “And you see, around Halloween, last year, dude was stepping around my property and got scared of the skulls in front of my house “. “I was there “. Harper said with an amused grin on his face. “We tried to convince him that it was just decorations but he didn’t believe “. “He didn’t believe because you jacked him up with a skeleton first”. Jason retorted.

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.

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.”

"I'm afraid deary, it won't be as simple as me spitting and pissing in a bowl this time. We'll need the eye of a –" Isis was cut off by a cloaked figure I almost forgot was with us. "Eye of a Zombie, the teeth of a Banshee, virgin's blood, and the flame of a dragon." the bone man grinned. "I'm Major Skully, at your service madam," he took his top hat off and bowed. "I'm Hazel and this is–" "Irena," he whispered as he took in Isis' appearance. "Well, I know Irena is dead, but you look so much like her."

Stefan grumbled, knocking the object with his knuckles, “It's a parietal bone, it's one of two located in the skull, it helps to form the roof of the cranium,” Lilith inspected it closely, “The real question is... Where is the other piece?” Stefan mumbled. “Guys—” I whimpered, swinging the torch from side to side, “if we don't leave right now, it's our skull next they are going to use as a dipper,” Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame,

Holy cow. Venice’s mother slowly turns, showing me a side of her face and had my mouth not been gagged by the hair, I would have cried out. Grinning at me from one side of the woman’s face is a skull. Not an old skull, not a skull that had been abandoned in sandy desert for centuries, but a fresh skull, white and moist, a fresh victim of unspeakable crimes. It is as if Venice’s mother’s head had just been picked clean by a swarm of maggots.

“I wasn’t letting Fox hurt the child. My wife has a sister and we were taking her there. You need me, and as long as I know the old lady’s safe, I’m your man. Johns, Coke, and Vampire are good men. You’ve chosen wisely, but you still need me. A few of the other guys will back me and essentially back you. I want nothing to do with heading up the club and I agree—it’s time to eliminate the bad blood in the DC.” “Are you willing to help with his old lady?” I ask Gomez. “Give me the information and it’s done. I have a man on a bike around the corner who can pick her up if she’ll come easy.” “I’ll write a note and she’ll go with your man,” Skull replies. There’s a newspaper on the coffee table. H

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.