Shakespeare With Skull Novels & Stories

“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?”

Suddenly she could place the odor being carried in the wind--it was the stench of rot and spilled blood, of putrefying flesh. Along the bottom of the palisades were sun-bleached, weathered skulls, whipped white and clean by the wind and the sun. Along the top, the skulls looked fresher. That is, they were still clearly peoples heads--thick manes of black hair, skin mostly intact. But the skulls in the middle were someplace between mortal and monster: The frayed skin was peeling back, leaving dried brown blood on bone. The faces were stretched tight with what might have been terror or rage. Lawrence staggered away, hoping for a breath of air that didnt stink of rot, but not finding it.

"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.

' 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.

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.

"It was maddening because I decapitated him myself, took his head, and pinned it up on a spike so the birds could feast on it while it rotted. His skull was my drinking cup, I filled my belly with wine and ale with it." Ophelia's breathing was getting so sharp that she was close to having a panic attack. Her heart didn't want to believe the words spoken by the savage Alpha, but her mind was proving otherwise. Alpha Bailey dipped his hand in his sack bag and threw a skull toward the high table that sat the council of elders. "Over there, is Finlay's skull, believe it or not," It was killing Finlay, to have this man expose him. Had he known, he would have stayed away. None of this would have h

Caspian smiled and waved his arm when he saw the puzzled gazes of Maisie Pine, Yvonne Johnson, and the others. Suddenly, everyone felt as if a curtain had been lifted. The sound of running water came and disappeared. The next moment, a crystal skull as big as a house appeared in front of them. The crowd gasped again. Jessica never expected that there was such a skull here. She was just about to ask Caspian what the skull was for. But when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say. Because this skull gave people a natural feeling. In fact, any skull, whether it was a human being or a demonic beast, would give people a feeling of surprise, or shock.

“I do. He has an old lady who’s in danger and that makes him unpredictable. Take him with you and get his woman. Keep them safe while I take care of business.” “No,” Skull says and, like an idiot, stands up. He eyes Gomez. “Could you pick up my woman from work? Dagger needs the backup.” He turns his attention to me. “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 elimi

We got to a particular place after mounting the stairs upwards, hence leading us to a higher floor, when I saw something that made me yell out sharply, like the sound a person would make when needle is jutted on his butt. But I took me minutes to realize that the sound had originated from my lips because I was momentarily frozen. It was a skull hung on a stick that had been dug a few feet below the ground. The skull was dipped in a crimson red color instead of the organic brown or white that it normally was. It was obvious that it was someone's blood that had been poured on the skull. I wondered if it was the blood of the people he murdered in the past. Somehow, I got the feeling that it was

The Skull General said excitedly. “Don’t do it. If you go, you might die.” “No problem! I have a way to get out of there, hehehe. There’s nothing interesting to me that I haven’t explored.” The Skull General looked very excited and eager to try entering there. But the Ghost General shattered all his desires into pieces.