Tate Langdon Skull Novels & Stories

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

Dark as black. The sides of his face were tattooed with a dreadful image of a human skull with a single red rose flower in it’s mouth... the stalk of the rose flower running straight into his pinna. He wore diamond earrings - they lined up at the edges of his pinna (outer ear). His teeth was surprisingly pure white and well arranged. With two golden incisors clearly visible. He looked like the word 'fear' in capital letters. Then he was as huge as the devil himself.

one of his men deputed at the hospital said. “What? Did she say anything?” Hugo asked abruptly. “Yes, senor! But I don't know what to make of it. She said ‘Three skulls’ and ‘Pale man’ before passing out again,” the man said and wondered if it made any sense to Hugo. It struck a chord in Hugo’s mind. He held his phone at his ear and stared at the man meters away from him. The man already looked like a marble statue but that man’s stillness made him look even more like a sculpture. His tattoo covered back was facing Hugo.

"Give me what I want." His eyes blinked in pain. "At the top of my brain, between the two hemispheres, is a black nodule. It's the source of a troll's strength. You'll have to use those pincers to crack open my skull. When you remove the nodule, protect it. I fear my kind won't be around much longer, especially if your sister has any say." He took a final, giant breath and collapsed dead. Pushing back the anxiety rolling off Snow, I lifted Titan's chin and sliced off his scalp before grabbing the pincers.

She placed a hand on his arm and slowly lowered it. The pile of rags shook, then rose. It was a skeleton wearing a filthy, moth-eaten hospital gown. White, moss-encrusted wisps of hair hung from a head little more than a skull. Folds of leather opened where the eye sockets were. Ice-blue eyes stared from the skull. “Hello, daughter,” rasped the remains.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine. 'The rest of her skeleton is there, but her skull is missing. ' My heart beat skyrocketed and my hands became sweaty. That was not good at all, that skull obviously represented something. For someone to go through such an extend to retrieve bones? it must have been one hell of an important object to them. I remembered coming across a drawing in my mothers journal.

From a tiny crack in the window, sunlight was streaming into the pitch-black chamber and falling on the blood-spattered arms. The white shirt had been stained red by blood. The veins in the arms and shoulders were still green. His jawline was seductive, his long neck rested on the ideal collarbone. His large skull wound erupted in blood, spilling down his face to his strong chest. His broad skull wound erupted in blood, which then trickled down his cheekbones and into his powerful chest. His lips had ripped corners and were dry and bloodless. His eyes were puffy and thick.

It is something bad, isn't it? She nodded her head. "Donovan is planning to kidnap you, force a delivery, sell your pups to other creatures, then force a mark on you that will change you into a vampire." I felt the rumble of Skull's growl before I head it. It was filled with rage and pain and fear! It broke my heart to hear the emotions in his howl. Who could blame him for not being able to control himself? He was told that some deranged psychopath blood sucker was going to take his mate and pups by force, then put their lives at risk and that he had to let it happen!

“Let’s just try to find our way from here.” But it was like he didn’t hear me at all. He climbed up onto the porch. “Hey, man, say something at least! What, did you fall asleep or what?” He stepped closer and tugged the hood down — and I couldn’t hold back a scream of horror. Konstantin himself jumped back in shock. Under the hood was a skull — a human skull — tilted slightly to the side. “Holy shit…” he muttered under his breath, stepping back. I clapped a trembling hand over my mouth, trying not to sob.