Shakespeare With Skull Novels & Stories

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.

“Then her knee. Then…” “STOP!” Rylan shouted. “Stop, we’ll… we’ll do it.” “No,” I sobbed. “Rylan, no, please…” “Good choice.” Marcus stepped back, giving them space. “Whenever you’re ready, gentlemen. Make it entertaining.” The Skulls released Knox and Rylan but remained close, weapons ready. The circle of spectators pressed in closer, eager to watch. For a long moment, neither of them moved. They just stood there, facing each other, brothers in all but blood, forced into something unthinkable.

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

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.”

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

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.

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.

Jeffrey's legs worked on their own in an extreme hurry, he got to Lady Macbeth and gripped her shoulders vibrantly not minding the older woman's aching whine. "You have to calm down, Alpha. First, you have to do as the Queen Isle asserts. Or else... I'm ashamed to pour this out to you but, your wife or your child might be killed right in front of you and there is nothing you can be proficient to do about it," Lady Macbeth uttered. Abruptly, her eyes glimpsed down at his hairy chest. Waves of shocks and confusion flickered through her eyes when she saw the significant mark of a dragon skull drawn on his chest.

When the area was clear, they found a human skull over there, the top of which was shattered and something red filled it. “A ritual for a portal!” Chezzal said. His chest heaved, fury returning in a hot molten lava like state. He barked, “Who dared to perform a ritual in the snow forest surrounding the palace? And who dared getting a human skull here?” He glared at the soldiers around him. He wasn’t going to leave this.

“I should never have given you the chain of skulls. It’s given you a taste for excessively gloomy jewelry.” I snorted and touched the bone fragment. “Satrem!##1” ##1 Appear! (Ashgenr.)