Skeleton King Novels & Stories

No wonder he is a king. "You can turn their own shadow against them" "I can do pretty much anything I want" "And no one knows it?" "I keep it close to the heart but my council senses some of my power. They have to if I need to be a king. Everyone only knows that I kill people with a blink. They don't know how" "And only I know how it is done?" "Yes" "That's heavy Bones. Then how come you got captured in the first place? Wait, your memories!!!! Do you remember everything now?"

And I find myself trapped in a breathtaking, yet perilous, reality. I turn back to my mate. Noah Silverton. The King. If only I had been wise enough to ask him for his full name before. I would've known who he was in an instant. And I would have. . . ran. He will kill me. Mates can not hurt each other but, surely, he will have to kill me. Mate or not, he is what he is. A King. A ruthless one at that. It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish.

Following that, he diverted his attention to the appalled Monster Kings. After seeing their comrade die in an instant, the Skeleton King felt the most afraid for its life. Still, it wanted to instill in the minds of the other kings how powerful their enemy was. With that in mind, the Skeleton King shouted to make himself heard. "Everyone! He is a tricky one! We need to attack him together so that we don't fall for his tricks!!"

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

I stood next to him waiting for him to stand up straight, but he just stayed there, bent over. “My liege,” said Laffi, still bent over, “may I introduce to you the Visitor, Colin.” An older man stood next to the throne. He was in a black robe with a velvet cap that was too small to cover his bald head. His face looked like someone had sucked all the fat out, giving him the appearance of a skeleton with skin. “This is King Randall III,” said Skeletor. “It is customary to bow in his presence.”

Morning came and Kane woke up early to check if the sleeping monster outside was still alive, but he stopped midway. The monster he's referring to was cooking. King's back was facing him, and from where Kane stands, he can see how King cooks breakfast. King would move and stop, as if he was thinking of something. Then he would move again, and then he'd stop. His shoulders were slumped, and even though Kane couldn't hear him clearly, he knew that King had been sighing repeatedly.

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

the man said, and I involuntarily smiled. Whether it was a dream or not, he was being too faithful to the book I had read so many times. And if it was him or that scene, then I was. My gaze wandered around the room in search of a mirror, and upon finding it, I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. Hair as red as blood, eyes of pupil-less ruby, and skin as pale as a genuine corpse. There was no doubt I was Asra. The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death.

“Yes. You think I see myself as a King.” “They call you King of Assassins.” Radix countered. “Yes, they do. But I’ve never referred to myself as such.” He dismissed before adding. “You think that because you see yourself as a King that I’d see myself as such.” Savage shook his head adamantly. “But what if you’re wrong? What if I perceive myself as a pawn in our little game?” Radix looked at him warily. “Where are you going with this little chat, Boy?”

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi