The Skull King Novels & Stories

"Who is he?" ​The Queen answered, barely audible over the roaring wind. The man who made me. ​The words hadn't even finished echoing in Lyra's thoughts before the creature below lifted its head fully into the gloom. Its face was older than the First King, older than the Forge itself—parched skin stretched taut over a skull-like framework, gray and cracked like dried clay. Silver lines traced a jagged path from its dead eyes down to its jaw, and a broken iron crown had literally grown into the flesh of its forehead.

If only I'd known what that meant, I would have known who this man was. The Skull King. A man more cruel and ruthless than my own husband.

It only meant that what he was about to reveal was not good. "Fine, I promise," I relented. I was curious to know who was behind it. "Those men are called the Skulls and Crows, an organized criminal outfit," He said. "Please do not tell me that they are somehow connected to Renaissance," I implored him. He balefully nodded, affirming my worst fears. I sighed and finally sat down on the couch some feet away from his work desk. We were both couped up in his study so we could have some privacy. As much as I loved his mother, she was too meddlesome.

"I'm afraid deary, it won't be as simple as me spitting and pissing in a bowl this time. We'll need the eye of a –" Isis was cut off by a cloaked figure I almost forgot was with us. "Eye of a Zombie, the teeth of a Banshee, virgin's blood, and the flame of a dragon." the bone man grinned. "I'm Major Skully, at your service madam," he took his top hat off and bowed. "I'm Hazel and this is–" "Irena," he whispered as he took in Isis' appearance. "Well, I know Irena is dead, but you look so much like her."

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

he added. I turned to King. “Were you able to find anything useful?” I asked. “Useful? Yes but…” He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, stared at the words on it for a second then passed it to me. {Cranio, realizzato da uno, controllato da un altro} “What does it mean?” “Skull, made by one, eyes controlled by another.” “It has another meaning?” I asked. King nodded. “Cranio is code. Usher’s code. He’s sick. Bedriddened. It’s rumored that he is about to pass the power to someone he trusts. Some say it has already been given.”

In the palace The were wolves King has arrived your Grace informed the royal guard King Devin stood up majestically and walk to the entrance to receive his visitor I am so honored you came Knox he spoke addressing the King Knox I was honored to be invited either Ruthless he smiled They hug and sat on the round table (Ruthless is King Devin's nickname) Long time Ruthless, don't tell me you are still single? The vampire King smirked Maybe throughout this feast you should find a mate

And the cruel man downstairs, he was everything I wanted to forget. Cold. Dark. Ruthless. The King of Italy. The Vitale twins ruled over the island of Sicily but Fabiano? He was the King of the rest of Italy. That didn’t end there. He was an arms dealer. He had factories, illegal organizations making the deadliest weapons. He sold them to anyone who made the highest bid. Even he sold them to terrorists. How many deaths were on him? Probably more than a person can keep record of. My trembling limbs carried me to the steel rails, I looked down at the scene in front of me. I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”