Tate Langdon Skull Novels & Stories

Or maybe, something just changed and I didn't know. It was Uncle Adrian, standing in front of me. He was wearing that same gown that he was wearing when I killed him. I had killed him twice. And both of the time, he was in that gown. His crown was on his head. No! It was no longer a crown. It was actually implanted into his skull. Or it looked like that crown became a part of his skull. His skin was a lighter shade of blue, unlike last time we met. His hair was long, nearly brushed backwards, tied in a neat low ponytail. His canines were white and long as always. Not longer than what Moon and I have, but longer than a vampire should have.

The man I trusted with my life and Mila’s safety. He was slumped against the locked gun cabinets. His head was tilted back against the glass. I dropped my gun and fell to my knees, sliding across the blood-slicked wood until I reached him. The Skulls had sent a message. There were industrial zip-ties tying Justin's wrists, binding his hands tightly behind his back. A strip of silver duct tape was wrapped violently around his head, completely blinding his eyes. But the true horror was the dark pool of blood that was soaking his shirt.

▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ “Sir?” “Hmm. . .?” “The marksman who shot you has been captured,” Jordan looked up at Skull, who was reporting the latest news update to his boss. “Where is he?” he asked as he took a swig of his liquor. His left hand held the glass while his injured right arm rested on his desk. “Down in the basement of the warehouse, sir,” Skull's eyes wandered from the neat pile of files on his boss's desk to the scattered sheets of paper which were sprawled out right in front of him. His eyes briefly stopped at the sight of the picture of a seemingly familiar woman.

Above them, the ceiling cracked open, revealing a starless sky that pulsed like a beating heart. Nihareth lifted both arms. "Bring me the final relic." A female follower approached, cradling an ornate golden skull wreathed in thorns. She knelt and offered it forward, her hands trembling. "The Skull of Orun, taken from the old vault in the east." Nihareth took it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned to the altar and placed the skull into the hollow at its center. The air turned colder instantly. The ground beneath them shook.

I kept him alive for 1 month until I got tired of the moans and requests from the man who thought he was more cruel than me. When I killed him, I cleaned his bones with acid. The tattoo I have on my head is a copy of his skull. I took my stepfather's place and no one dared to object. - Why are you telling me all this? – Reed asks. - But I said it already. It's a shame. You are so handsome. If I have to take out one of your eyes... or two and cut off that pretty face of yours with this knife, you'll be as ugly as I am, and that's a shame.

This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it. I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.

Even the breeze appeared to pause in stillness. "Demonstrate it to them," my dad whispered. One of the wendigos...I had not seen them lurking in the darkness...moved. It carried an object bundled in fabric. Marcus handled it cautiously. Unfolded it. His expression turned ashen. "What could it be?" Andrew asked sharply. Marcus displayed the find. A skull. Human. Adorned with symbols etched into the bone that softly shimmered under the moonlight.

She gasped in response, her nipple hardening to an unbearable degree. "The skull tattoo, you got it shortly after your dismissal from the PD. It was described in the paperwork at the tattoo shop. I did not, however, know of this little extra." The way he spoke, his accent catching over the words made it sound as though he wasn't pleased with the piercing. Yet his fingers traced the small hoop almost lovingly and flicked against it in delicious torment. "It was free," she gasped out. "The artist that did my tattoo was happy that I let her design the skull and so impressed with how if turned out she offered me a free piercing. I chose the location."

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

She bolted out of her seat and disappeared down the narrow hallway, leaving me standing there, shocked and stunned to silence. I glanced down at my hands and realized the push behind her changed demeanor. My shoulders dropped. The skull tattoo with a black serpent snaking through the eye sockets was bold on my hand in black bold ink. There was a fine sword that cut through the skull, with the end of it dripping with red blood. Aramaic words were etched just underneath the figure like an unsaid prophecy. I straightened up and covered the ink before shoving my hands into my pockets. “Always sucks the fun out of everything. I should get it covered.” I turned to look at Terrell who only chuckled