Tate Langdon Skull Novels & Stories

Tammy: Human skulls, scattered in different parts of the hallway. They were so much I couldn't take a step without leaping over one. Forcefully, he yanked my arm, pushing me forward but my erratic heart was already far gone. It pounded loudly in my chest. I couldn't let go of the thoughts of that being my fate if I wasn't rescued from this demon in the form of a man. " Like what you see?". I heard the smirk in his voice. "This is my collection of human skulls. You'll be next if you don't behave".

​The face on the cracked secondary monitor didn't look human anymore. The white medical gauze wrapped around Marcus Kane’s skull was stained dark with a mixture of dried blood and stagnant trench water. Through the gaps in the linen, his single exposed eye bulged with a frantic, rhythmic twitch, staring straight through the static-heavy lenses of the camera array.

He knew where to strike them and take them down permanently. His wrist flipped while within the creature's skull, gripping it from the inside. With the graze of his fingertips, he glided over the engraved mark of Karmina within the creature's skull. While he maintained his firm grip, his other hand joined with the other. The monster squirmed, desperate to be released from Xander's clutches. With his hands side by side, he gritted his teeth and used his strength to tear the skull apart down the center. Ichor splattered his face and chest as he ripped the creature's skull and body in two. The creature still squirmed, its body twitched for a few seconds before going limp in his hands. He droppe

Then he slowly turned to look at Tate, who was still lying on top of the sarcophagus, breathing hard. Mathias took a step toward her. He licked his lips. "Mathias," I said, stepping forward slowly, holding my hands up. "It's done. Stand down." He didn't look at me. He was locked on Tate. On the pulse in her neck. "Tate," Mathias whispered. "You're bleeding." I looked. A shard of marble from the hammer strike had sliced her cheek. A single, perfect drop of red blood rolled down her pale skin. Mathias's nostrils flared. He took another step. The predator was driving the car.

Hannah stood back from Rebecca with the vale of blood and the skull in hand, her moment has arrived, success was finally hers! "Please Hannah! I beg you to reconsider this!" Skyler said from the cage she was held in with Alexander. "Quiet countess, you dare ask me that question? Dare ask me to keep my mother in that hell!?" She yelled looking at Skyler as she placed the skull in the tomb completing the skeleton. "Isn't the world perfect!? Isn't everything calm, peaceful!? Rachel will ruin it all!" Skyler kept begging.

When he emerged, his face was ashen. In his hands, he carried something wrapped in rotting velvet something that caught the green light and threw it back in dull, bone-white reflections. He set it on the examination table beside me. His hands were shaking. The velvet fell away. It was a skull. Human. Male. Ancient, by the yellowing of the bone. But what made my heart stop wasn't its age, like it was the crack running from temple to jaw, and the single word carved into the forehead in jagged, deliberate strokes:

A seamless gaze was concentrated on his tattoo of a human skull inside a wolf's body. "Hell no, Skyla! If he sees you and perceives you as a werewolf, he will kill you then and there!" Skyla warned herself in her mind. Skyla couldn't help but think deeper into the angle that her mind just gave to her. "He looks well-composed! But he could be a rogue just like those rogues who looked so good because of their decency disguise! Oh Goddess! Just shoo him away from here, please! I don't want to become his meat!"

It was a crate filled with guns and weapons, and it was marked with a symbol that I recognized instantly. Those were hunter gear. Inside the crates were silver-lined restraints, shock nets, and tranq darts strong enough to drop an Alpha Jaxon crouches, pries one open. “So this is what the shipment was.” I never understood what he meant. I was of the idea that we had been here to get skulls for he black market but I was wrong. They load the crates and the skulls. Each skull they took feels like a nail driven somewhere deep. We’re almost done when the ground hums. I feel midnight lift her head inside me. I could feel her worry.

During the fight, Edna managed to rip part of his clothes, revealing a crimson skull tattoo on his body. "At the time, she exclaimed that he was from the Reapers. But he said nothing. He simply knocked her out and took her away." A crimson skull tattoo? Damian memorized this detail that seemed to identify the Reapers. "What happened after that?" he asked Benedict. "After that, the man from Mystic Healers who'd approached me with Edna came looking for us again. He nearly lost his mind when he heard that she'd been abducted. He kept pressing me to find out where she was.

The Revenant raised their hands to defend, ice forming in complex patterns. Kael crawled through the chaos. Nobody noticed him. Too small, too weak to be a threat. He reached the Revenant’s feet and grabbed an ankle. Golden light exploded from his hands. The Revenant screamed. Their form flickered, the fog-like quality burning away. What remained was human. A woman, maybe fifty, with grey hair and eyes that burned with fanatic intensity. And the bone crown wasn’t a crown at all. It was part of her skull. Grown into the bone. Fused permanently.