The Skull King Novels & Stories

It was a skull that looked exactly like a human, but it was hundreds of times larger, like a house. “F*ck!” Seeing such a thing, everyone was stunned. Even Aesop from the demon tribe trembled in fear. When Nora saw the skull, she even prostrated on the ground and shouted, “Welcome the king!” However, the colossal skull did not squeeze out, as if the opened Undead Gate was not large enough. After taking a glance at everyone present, it retreated again. Jade called out, “We can’t let that thing come out, or else the consequences will be unimaginable.”

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

Jack went forward and bowed on one knee, his head bent in respect. The skull King nodded at Jack briefly before turning to look at Casio who was already wetting his pants from too much fear. " The brave is pissing himself" Jack mocked with a chuckle. Casio could not see anything except from the Gold mask which laid calmly on his face. The Skull diagram drawn on it made him look more mysterious and horrifying. ' This was the Skull King' Casio thought in horror. " Please d does not hurt me" Casio pleased terrified. " Hurt you?" The Skull King asked. His voice resounded heavily in the basement follow

The castle went eerie silent. Standing behind the captain sat the alpha king, Xander Blackthorn, right on his throne. We had both been too focused on our brawl to realize that we had reached the throne room. His throne was big, it had swords sticking out of it. It was black, shiny and littered with swords, knives and…a skull. At the sight of the skull my stomach sank, blood completely draining from my face, the hairs at the back of my neck stood, my body shivered.

There, sat a man in a jester outfit, his leg crossed over the other, both of his forearms rested on the armrest and his eyes lazily looked at her own, his lips now stretching wide, flashing her his toothy smile, "Hello." "Joker?" It frowned again, "Seriously? You don't know me?" Emily shook her head in disappointment, "Not really, no." The embarrassment she felt for the man in a jester outfit enhanced the flushing of her cheeks and the reddening of her ears. "I am Grim, the king of the dead." She felt her ears perk as he introduced himself, "Why are you here?" His mouth widened, happiness evident on his face. He leaned slightly forward and pointed his index finger at her. "Ha!" He paused his

"You serve him again?" "I serve survival." Soren's gills flare. "The King's carcass is gone, but his *hunger* remains. And your mother's venom is ringing the dinner bell." The storm in me bristles. "You think I'm here to finish him?" "No." He stabs the trident into the floor, and the chamber quakes. "You're here to replace him." The maelstrom parts, revealing a massive skull embedded in the seabed-the Drowned King's, picked clean by scavengers. In its shadow, something stirs: a creature of brine and bile, a tangle of merrow limbs and screaming human faces.

Prez’s POV “Right on time,” I grinned and leaned down on my bike, as about a dozen or so bikers circled me. The air was thick with the smell of burning plastic, money, and about a thousand pounds of cocaine, heroin, and LSD... This was the first time I officially met the Black Skulls president. Viper was a balled man in his late forties, with a huge black bear and tattoos that covered most of his body. His eyes were the same dark brown that Rose had, but other than that, they were nothing alike. His features were big all over, with hands that looked like bear paws. He had a huge pot belly hanging over his belt and a menacing look in his eyes that matched the expression on his face.

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.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

The King of Fairy gave out a loud shout before giving up the ghost as his bloody skin shrunk and his skeleton began to show before it began to fade. Zelik smiled to himself and disappeared, his next stop will be the King of Vampire.