Tate Langdon Skull Novels & Stories

Jaden asked as I loaded a handgun. "They've each earned two shots. One for Nat and one for Margo. One in the heart and one in the head." I snarled as the men looked at me, shocked. Decker nodded first, "I want Skull" he requested and I carefully handed him the gun. Decker walked over to him. "For Nat." Decker said simply and shot. Skull was dead a second later with a hole in his head and in his chest where his heart was supposed to be but I doubted that a man that evil even had a heart.

As the two Chinese death-dealers harvested their own cursed reward, I saw the ruin of the sorcerer's left ear. That was correct - someone shot Mr. Evil Tattoo-head through this skull and punched into the second man's chest from the side, piercing his heart. Yikes! Wilhelmina Tell? Then I got a clear look at the long, obsidian shaft that seemed to suck in the light and at the fletching made with oily black feathers donated from a bird that had never truly lived.

Professor Derrick turned to look at me. "I think I stepped on something." I said to him, He nodded as we both slowly, yet simultaneously began to look down. I raised my legs and realized it was a skull. My soul nearly jumped out of my body at the sight of it. "That's..." I said whimpering and shaking as I held him with both hands now. "A skull." He responded like it was nothing. I mean, it had to be nothing to one who spent time killing but wait, I used to think vampires dissipate when killed? So why was he not affected by the skull?

SILVAN “That was quick.” I raise a brow as the capo of the Nosa Costra strolls into my office like it’s just another random day. As usual, my spacious office suddenly feels smaller and a thousand degrees cooler when he walks in. Vincent Bianchi, A.K.A The Skull, lowers his broad frame into the chair in front of my desk, his suit jacket falling open to reveal the guns that are neatly tucked to his waistband. Three guns to be precise.

“He joined the pack last year, and he has no wife or kids. He occasionally works with the men in the field. Aside from that, there is nothing more we have of him since he joined this pack, but there is something about why he left his former pack.” “What is that?” “He was suspected to be an assassin, and originally, we allowed him here because we wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, and now I think this is evidence that he is a backstabbing bastard, and we cannot afford to turn our backs on him.” I slowly walked towards him as I caught sight of something on his neck. “Guys, there is something you need to see here.” On the left side of our neck was a tattoo of a skeleton skull. I may n

he asked, his eyes searching hers for any recollection. She shook her head. "No, I couldn’t see his face. He was wearing all black, and his helmet made it impossible to identify him." Federico furrowed his brows. "Then how do you know it was a man?" Antonia’s eyes darkened with memory. "He had a tiger tattoo on his left hand. I saw it the moment he gripped the handlebars before speeding off. And there was something else—a necklace. A silver cross with a skull on it, and the skull had a tiny red diamond in each eye socket."

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Prez’s POV “Right on time,” I grinned and leaned down on my bike, as about a dozen or so bikers circled me. The air was thick with the smell of burning plastic, money, and about a thousand pounds of cocaine, heroin, and LSD... This was the first time I officially met the Black Skulls president. Viper was a balled man in his late forties, with a huge black bear and tattoos that covered most of his body. His eyes were the same dark brown that Rose had, but other than that, they were nothing alike. His features were big all over, with hands that looked like bear paws. He had a huge pot belly hanging over his belt and a menacing look in his eyes that matched the expression on his face.

The Skull King Chapter 2 Cassini I lay back on the lounge chair in the shade while looking over the pool. We were on the top of a hill, so the city of Florence could be seen past the property a few miles into the distance. I read a book on my lap while I relaxed in my swimsuit, enjoying the summer heat while my cold drink perspired. Every few pages, my mind would start to wander. Wander to the man I met a few nights ago. He didn’t have a name, and his business card was even more unusual. The only detail was the sketch of a black skull. It was fossilized bone with a snake protruding out of the eye socket. I googled anything related to skulls online but couldn’t find anything relevant.

His scars were hard to miss, crisscrossing his body like a twisted roadmap. And his hands... they looked and felt like they'd been through a war. "They all seem to trust him, and you seemed willing to follow him though, " Tia said, her eyes focused on the ground before her. Then she stopped. "What is it?" I looked below her and let out a breath, realizing she didn't need to respond. She'd stepped on something. It was a skull. My eyes followed the trail and saw a few more skulls. And skeleton bones.