The Skull King Novels & Stories

Asphalt had told me tales about him, none of them being very good. He was sitting on the throne made out of thousands of skulls. Skulls of humans, wolves, witches. I wondered how the builders attached them together without failing to break the structure. No matter how strange the throne looked, it did not fail to exude power. I walked forward until I approached the man whose back leaned against the throne’s left arm , while his legs were resting on the throne’s right arm, a strange posture for a king. “No offense, but I expected your beard to be silver, not your hair.” I said, tipping my head up.

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.”

They and their two brain cells were expendable, unlike his men. "Are you certain that we should be deciding to skip out? I've heard a lot of stuff about that man. Not the kind of guy you want to meet in a dark ally at night." A man in a bowler hat shifted nervously, his eyes peeking out from under the rim. "Tino, you worry too much. The only reason that guy is anything is because no one has a spine to go against him." A rough, accented, rugged man nudged his companion.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

He said and smiled when his eyes met hers again and she paused her lips as if she had been wanting to say something. "Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave."

His voice deepened, and the guard trembled, unable to control his bladder. Observing the guard's embarrassment, the Alpha King gestured for him to rise. With a sigh of relief mixed with stifled sobs, the guard hurriedly opened the door to the King's chambers. As he turned to express his gratitude, the sound of a skull meeting the wall silenced him forever. The Alpha King had smashed his head against the solid structure. "Learn to greet the gods in the afterlife," the Alpha King purred as he passed the lifeless body, taking no notice of the bloodstain on his majestic robes.

Just violence in raw form. "Nah," I mutter. "That's your department. I just blew his fucking skull apart." I shudder at the memory—King peeling Isaac like he was scaling a trout. Yeah. I left Bones looking messy. But King? He would've made it look like art. The kind that you can never unsee. But yeah—Bones deserved that. Maybe even more than Isaac. Because if he'd succeeded? He would've raped her. Or sold her. Or both.