Starwars Skull Novels & Stories

And in the center—an altar. A skull rested on it. Massive. Cracked. Crowned with dull gold. Not wolf. Not human. Something stranger. Kael stepped forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s not a wolf.” Ezra walked closer, his breath catching in his chest. The skull had a shape that didn’t belong in this world—sharp, long, unnaturally curved. Wrong in a way that made his stomach twist. Below it, a flame burned. It didn’t float. It sat. Low. Blue. Quiet. But when Ezra stepped closer, it flickered in time with his pulse.

Just by speaking, the skull general could control his body and even time with ease, something that couldn't be achieved by just anyone. "Me? Perhaps you already know who I am by looking at the book in front of me." Suddenly, the skeleton general, who had been hunched over, glowed and his old face became younger. A figure with a white beard and gray hair appeared before the eyes of the left general and the bull.

She thought about it for a minute and realized that she didn't really care if it did or not. Placing the flower back down she turned to another item that had caught her attention. It was a skull. Completely cleaned and polished. If she was not mistaken, it looked like one of those animals she'd killed earlier. Kenzie placed the skull down and smiled to herself as she got out of bed. She made her way out of the room in search of Viper. First, she stopped off in the storage room and rummaged through her box of gum, pulling out a pack of Hubba Bubba gum.

Its skull faced upward, jaws open not in hunger but in warning. Between its teeth rested a single old collar made of star iron. The collar pulsed with Fenrir's moonlight. Katherine stopped. Olivia whispered through her earpiece, "That is not the First Alpha." Katherine already knew. The skeleton was not voting. The collar was. On the collar, in black ink, the Tail had written: PROPERTY OF SOURCE: FIRST ALPHA PROXY. Katherine's anger went cold enough to become useful. "Found it," she said. Aaliyah said, "Great. Is it killable?"

Their vehicles were nightmares of welded steel and stolen Phase-tech monster trucks with hover-pads, muscle cars with plasma-turrets, and bikes that looked like they were built from the bones of dead servers. They circled us, their engines revving in a discordant, aggressive rhythm. A massive rig, covered in spikes and decorated with shattered computer monitors, rolled to the front. A man stood on the roof, holding a microphone wired into a PA system that screamed with feedback. He was huge, his skin grafted with patches of rusted chrome, his eyes replaced by crude, red optical sensors. "Look what the glitch dragged in!" the Warlord bellowed, his voice distorted. "Two pretty little pre-war s

Not one on active duty. There was a head. I recognised it by its shape. There was skin on it, but shrinkwrapped around the skull. Not smoothly. This was via one of those ‘Shrinkwrap your clothes at home and save oodles of closet space’ devices you see advertised on infomercials. A wrinkled, squashed mess. All the features were there, but they’d been sucked in and distorted. The nose flattened, the eyes sunken, the teeth... the teeth were on the outside of the lips.

Cein giggled at the look on her face and he walked out of his hiding place. “Very funny,” the redhead snorted and picked up the book from the floor. She read the title and realized it wasn't what she sought. She placed it back in its position and grabbed the next book but suddenly, Cein was in front of her, smiling wide and large, just like the glasses on his face. Reyna ignored him with a tsk. She wondered why the brothers chose to embarrass themselves with these glasses when they did not need them. Werewolves have sharp senses; it was like insulting the moon goddess's intelligence by using those human tools.

This was very similar to what they had seen in those ruins. "My lord, these are skulls," Waylan said "Old skulls," Sebastian said, observing the way they had been arranged "Old, perhaps Grimshaw got to them first before the others," Daemon said, and Waylan concurred "No, these are old," Sebastian said and then pulled one off a spear and without so much pressure, he crushed it in pieces. "Eww...that was someone's head once," Waylan said "An enemy of the Ironborn is an enemy of mine. They would not impale their own so disgracefully," he said with a smile.

Perhaps it was being pushed to the extreme, or perhaps it was because of the contempt in Fane’s words, but Derek pulled out the last of his courage and shouted between gritted teeth, “I’ll make sure to skin you alive first before I die!” With a wave of Derek's right hand, runes flowed between his fingers. His long sword began making clicking noises like a skeleton that had suddenly come back to life and was struggling to move. He gave out a low grunt, and thumb-sized skulls appeared on the long sword. These skulls released a bright white light, and their big mouth gave out a rattling sound that made everyone’s scalp crawl. By Fane’s rough estimate, the skulls amounted to more than fifty. The

Long Chen said in disgust as he saw how each skull moved and began to surround him. If his guess was correct, perhaps the figure he was fighting was the master of these skulls and he could move all the skulls with just his words. Long Chen felt really unlucky because he had angered this strange monster, and as a result, he had to fight hundreds of strange skulls that now regarded him as their natural enemy. "Damn it! I'm really going to kill you guys now!" Long Chen said angrily as he took out his golden dragon spear and began attacking all the skulls there. BOOOMMMMMM