Starwars Skull Novels & Stories

orsaken spell.One streak of energy broke out from within the massive cloud of energy and soared over the burning trees, going north. It passed through woods and pathways, across rivers and valleys, and around hills as it soared into the night. Its pace was unrivaled; all it took was a blink to miss it zipping through the night sky like a shooting star.It took just a few minutes to travel from Defectors State to Royal Republic in North Angus. It appeared to have landed at its final destination. For a few seconds, it hovered just beyond the capital's collapsed walls. Finally, it sank into the earth, creating a layer of dust as it met with a half-buried skull in the ground, half of which was vi

“As a matter of fact, I'm glad you're early. I have something here I think you'll find quite interesting. Pull your chair up close.” Leesa lifted the old cushioned chair she'd sat on the last time she was here and set it in front of the desk, next to the professor's. Sitting down, she was astonished to see what looked to be a very real skull resting on a velvet cloth in the middle of the desk. The skull glowed a dull yellow in the candlelight, like a leftover Halloween decoration. “Is that thing real?” she asked. “Oh, yes. Very real. And very special. I call him Yorick.” He chuckled, looking embarrassed. “A poor joke, I know.”

Let me rot in peace. “I’m known to have… sadistic tendencies, yeah,” Skull said, tracing his fingers lazily along my collarbone now. “But I’m not a complete monster. You don’t have to be scared of me.” That was laughable. He continued. “As I was saying, I like you. More than I expected to. You’ve been a good pet. Loyal. Obedient. So I figured, maybe I should reward you.” That got my attention. “A reward?” I repeated, cautiously.

Sarah clicked her laptop and the photo of the skull appeared on the big screen. “ As you can see from the scale bar I have placed by the skull, it is much larger than a normal skull, I looked around for a skull of comparable size from various archaeological digs from the 1960’s onwards and I have I didn’t find anything that was anywhere near the size of this one. Usually, adult male skulls are larger than females but this is the biggest I have ever come across, however, the lack of brow ridges tells me that this is skull belonged to a female rather than a male.

King Lezdeus. He towered over nearly everyone present, his massive frame encased in armor blacker than a starless sky. But it was not the armor that made my stomach drop. It was what adorned it: bones. Skulls threaded through the plating. Ribs woven into pauldrons. Fanged jaws dangling from chains across his chest. Finger bones braided into macabre jewelry that clicked with each step. Trophies. Every single one. He wore them as a sign of brutality, a fear tactic that would not work on our Phoenix wolf.

His shoulders are tense, and the veins in his forearms twitch like he’s holding too much. I sit beside him. Not touching, but close enough that I could. “I was on the outer patrol the last time Skull hit a pack,” he says after a long pause. “A small outpost near the Frosted Pines.” I glance at him. His face has gone pale. “We found bodies. But not just killed. Arranged. Laid out like… like an offering.” My stomach turns. “He’s not just building an army,” Zane says, voice hoarse. “He’s preparing a sacrifice.”

We had reached the woods. A sudden wave of nostalgia swept over me as we disembarked, the path reminding me of Ellen. It seemed all shamans lived in isolation, cut off from the world. We pressed forward, until we arrived in front of a cave. “We’re here,” Luna announced. At the entrance, dried skulls were hinged around the cave’s opening, their hollow eyes staring out at us. Some of the skulls looked animalistic, others distinctly human. One in particular sent a chill down my spine, its eerie, vacant gaze seeming to follow me.

Then, she gestured to an attendant, who stepped forward with a box. “If you have something that Dustin values, it’ll be easy to control him.” Brennan stared at the box curiously. “Miss Winter, what is this?” he asked. Bianca smiled. Then, she instructed her attendant to open the box. Brennan was surprised. There was a skull inside the box. “This is…” “Dustin’s father’s skull!” Brennan was stunned. When the Fox family was destroyed, the patriarch of the Fox family was decapitated. His head had been severed from his body as he was killed. He did not know what happened after that.

The skulls were arranged in rows. It was exactly like her dream. "Come on, are you scared of these skulls?' Piper laughed at her as she notice her flinch. "Come on! There is nothing to be scared of" Piper walked to one of the skulls and started laughing. "Piper! What are you doing?" Willow's eyes bulged. "Showing you that these are just decorations!" She laughed and picked one of the skulls and kissed it. *.*. TBC

I know this must be hard for them, considering that all our senses heighten when we shift; so I bet they all can smell the blood that runs through the veins of these people. “How long was I out?” I ask no one in particular as I dust the dirt off my clothing. “Just a few minutes,” Asher answers me. I look around and the crowd of humans has grown so large that even if we wanted to fight our way out, we would either be badly injured or at worse, killed. This is bad, so bad. They have also placed some sort of boundary between us and them, using White Skull Rocks. White Skull Rocks are said to ward off werewolves and other creatures. It is made from the dust of human bones mixed with some sort of