Tate Langdon Skull Novels & Stories

Stefan grumbled, knocking the object with his knuckles, “It's a parietal bone, it's one of two located in the skull, it helps to form the roof of the cranium,” Lilith inspected it closely, “The real question is... Where is the other piece?” Stefan mumbled. “Guys—” I whimpered, swinging the torch from side to side, “if we don't leave right now, it's our skull next they are going to use as a dipper,” Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame,

And threw the skull onto the table. It landed hard, crack echoing off marble. Bone-yellow, crown split open in a massive, jagged fracture. My scream died in my throat. “Whose… whose is that?” Barely a whisper. “A guy who skimmed before you did. Thought he could run with our cash. Same plan you had. You met him before I came.” He tapped the cracked dome once. “This is what’s left.” I was shaking so much. “That’s how thieves wake up,” Silas said softly.

I said to Tyler but re still kept insisting "Look! I'm sure you wouldn't want him to kill your sister over what the dead spirits would do to you? Pick the lesser evil, besides they are just dead corpses lying dead without use but if you feel guilty then well we would bring it back to the owner’s coffin after the mission is complete, makes sense?” Tyler said. “You know what! Fuck it! Let's do this” I said “But getting it wouldn't be an easy task as well" He said “What could be hard about getting a dead man's skull or head?" He said

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.”

Inside Tom's office, the display screen on the wall is playing a high-definition video. Frost is sitting on the sofa, watching the screen carefully with Tom. "Boss, it took me a long time to buy a video of Zee shot years ago from the dark market. Unfortunately, whenever this Zee shows up in front of outsiders, he always wears this skull mask." Tom pointed to the person standing in front of the table in the corner of the screen, wearing a skull mask that wrapped his head tightly, making it impossible to recognize his head shape, face shape, or hair colour.

I badly wanted to ask why I also saw that skull tattoo on the arm of the man who killed my mother, but fear wouldn't allow me to say it all. Kyle had great powers and almost killed me easily now. I'm the weakest thing ever created. My wolf was one of the most useless as she kept shivering without acting. When I asked about the skull mark, there was a strange expression that appeared on her face. She gave me a long stare that made my heart flutter. It was like she was trying to recall something about my face and that had left me praying she didn't recall that I was Lena, the same girl those men badly wanted to kill. I was surprised she didn't recognize me.

“A poor joke, I know.” He carefully lifted the skull in both hands and turned it so it faced Leesa. “Take a look,” he said as he gently set it back down on the cloth. It took a few seconds before Leesa realized what she was looking at. The skull appeared normal in all respects except one, but that one was enough to pull a sharp gasp from her throat. Jutting down from the upper teeth were two sharp, curved fangs! “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the pointed teeth. “Is that what I think it is?” Professor Clerval smiled. “Yes, it is. I believe this is a genuine vampire skull.”

still raw at the edges. The Calavera’s jaw gaped wide, swallowing the death date. I’d seen those skeletal grins before—on cartel men, on altars, on the sugar skulls Marisol left for her dead. But this one’s different. Tiny cempasúchil flowers frame the skull, their orange petals chipped from sun and grease. He tended this tattoo. Honored it.

We were in a tomb! The walls were lined with thousands of skulls, all carved directly into the rock. But they weren't human. They were wolf skulls, some of them were massive, their empty eye sockets all directed toward the center of the room. In the middle of the chamber stood a pillar of white stone; the same stone Caleb had been drawing for weeks. And sitting at the base of the pillar was Tiana. She looked very pale and sickly. She was wrapped in a black shroud, and her eyes gone completely white. In her hand, she held a curved knife.

Samuel did not respond to the apology, simply extending his hand and saying, "Show me the skull." "Right!" Lucas quickly grabbed a bag from another vehicle and handed it over. "I think the killer wanted to erase every trace of her identity," he explained. "Instead of leaving the head in the safe with the other body parts, they put it in an iron cage with rocks and sank it to the bottom of the ocean. That way, the fish would eat away at the flesh and leave nothing but bones. No evidence. But even the best plans have flaws…" As Samuel turned the skull over in his hands, inspecting it, Lucas took a drag from his cigarette. "The killer didn’t count on past injuries. Those scars made it easy for