Shakespeare Skull Novels & Stories

The sound of compliments filled the air. "Ms. Bowen, you're so beautiful! No wonder you're the apple of your parents' eye!" "Of course, the richest man only has one precious daughter. They spoil her, hand and foot. I heard they even bought a small asteroid and named it after Ms. Bowen!" The only daughter. I lowered my gaze, unable to hold back a bitter laugh. This place was never meant for me. What was I even hoping for? I turned to leave, but a group of rich young women blocked my path.

]: [Crude Crystal Hand-axe] +1 attack. +1 dexterity. [Skeletor has learned Crafting lv 1!] "Phew, it was tiring to deal with you, Skelly, really tiring…" he sighed and rubbed his face a couple of times. "I'm going to call Kevin. You continue doing hand-axes, ok?" The skeleton nodded, and David smiled at him, it was a pain in the ass, but the undead was growing on him. A couple of seconds later, a screen appeared in front of him. The image of a husky with purple eyes in the middle of a city was visible in it.

I turn back to the desk and pick up the envelope and reach inside. And that’s when I see it. An old photograph, worn and faded, buried beneath a bunch of old letters. Slowly, I pull it out, and as my eyes move across the people in frame, my stomach plummets. A group of men standing outside a clubhouse not that different than the one The Heartless Bastards own. Leather jackets, bikes, and devilish smiles on their faces like they own the world. Above them hangs a banner:Smoke and Skulls. And right in the middle of the group, standing with his arms crossed and his dirty blond hair hanging in his face, is Slate.

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

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.

Samuel did not respond to the apology, simply extending his hand and saying, "Show me the skull." "Right!" Lucas quickly grabbed a bag from another vehicle and handed it over. "I think the killer wanted to erase every trace of her identity," he explained. "Instead of leaving the head in the safe with the other body parts, they put it in an iron cage with rocks and sank it to the bottom of the ocean. That way, the fish would eat away at the flesh and leave nothing but bones. No evidence. But even the best plans have flaws…" As Samuel turned the skull over in his hands, inspecting it, Lucas took a drag from his cigarette. "The killer didn’t count on past injuries. Those scars made it easy for

No shape could ever truly contain the deep and pervasive horror that Death inspires and to behold it in all its extradimensional glory is to spontaneously fry your brain. In one fluid, memorized motion, Septimus whirls his overcoat off and into the air and a spirit steps out of a wall of monitors to assume the role of a coat-stand. This spirit is fully skeletal; tragically its head is missing so there’s nothing but its spine protruding between the shoulder-blades, making it otherwise perfect as a peg. Septimus tosses his guitar case in the same direction and the decapitated skeleton also catches this out of habit before stiffening ramrod straight like a foot guard at Buckingham Palace.

It was at this moment that Professor Barland chose to enter the fray, opening the door and nearly tripping headlong over the boy as he reached for a final penny tucking itself under the ottoman. "What the devil- Mylo, good heavens is that you? I nearly broke a leg, young man, away with you!" Spluttered the professor as the boy righted himself, clutching to the mantelpiece and coming face to face with an old skull, its empty sockets gazing balefully through him. "Is that a human skull, Mr Skweyiya? Can I have a look?" "No! Out, boy- out!"

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.

The shorter man walked closer and the led lights exposed the arrow resting in his hold. “This is all we have.” Darren lifted a brow. “What about it?” Sham displayed the feathery end of the weapon. “A closer look at the inscription on the end of the shaft exposes a writing that exalts the powers of the Vampire Overlord.” “A weapon from Skullis?”