The Skull King Novels & Stories

Then one verified account sat at the top. Kaizen Arclair. Of course, Campus king of Blackthorne Heights, Rich boy, Internet favorite, Professional menace. His comment had over twenty thousand likes already. “Scholarship students always arrive acting independent until they start feeding off rich kids.” The entire kitchen suddenly felt hotter, cold sweat broke on my forehead. I reread it once. Twice. Then I laughed, not because it was funny…because boys like him always thought money made them untouchable. I wiped my hands on my apron and typed back.

Currently, in the room of the gladiator king, could be seen clenching their fist in joy and excitement as they watched the results of the match. Currently, their whole body and face was covered by a thick silver armor made out of dwarven steel, that covered their whole body and a helmet that hid their face, effectively hiding their gender and identity from the world. No one knew the true identity of the gladiator king, this was this sense of mystery that made this king even more popular than the previous one. Well, no one– aside from the royal family and the director of the Colosseum. "It's time for me to go."

The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags. He has a few strands of hair stuck on the back of his skull. He stood with his bony foot pressed into a dead man's throat. In the background, three young ladies lay on the ground. They were wearing ordinary dresses and the three girls had deep cuts on their foreheads while their hearts were being pulled out. Blood rolled down and their eyes remained open, but one could see that they were dead as well. In front of the skeleton-looking creature was a beautiful woman in a white dress holding a necklace looking at the skeleton-looking creature with a smile on her face.

The ceremony has begun and the babaylan is currently speaking when the guests outside the kingdom suddenly scream. "What happened?!" their Basileus asked in shock. The guests inside the hall were screaming because of the series of explosions. "Basileus! Basileus! The shokoys attack!" shouted a wounded soldier. "Evacuate immediately!" the king commands to all the guests. "Maku, Ima, move quickly!" Prince Cao ordered his parents. "Let's go!" Princess Katsumi's father's statement to Prince Cao's parents. "Exterminate everything and leave no one alive!" shouted Prince Fiske.

She settled Skyla on the chair before her gaze lingered on the figure in the bed. She froze. I could sense the moment her heart dropped when she saw the King. The King looked lifeless, though his chest was still heaving faintly. His face, normally a rich tan, was so pale it was almost translucent. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and hairline, and the hollows beneath his high cheekbones seemed deeper than usual. He appeared thin, his muscular frame smaller than I remembered it being. The palms of his strong hands had been pierced by silver blades.

"Shut up!" One of the men yelled as he slapped her hard on the cheek. He had tattoos all over his hands and was obviously the leader of his little thug clique. "Are you going to keep denying that you don't know where he is?!" Loki spat out blood weakly. She was totally disheveled, her body was already feeble and she was exhausted about life already. These hopeless thugs might as well just kill her since there was no way she could know where her stepbrother disappeared to since the last six months.

The warm morning sun shun on Kendra’s face, waking her from her uneasy sleep. There were dark bags under her puffy, blood shot eyes. Her arm ached from where the IV was tugged last night, but at least it wasn't actively hurting, and it didn't seem like she had accidently caused any bleeding. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, Her stomach was tied up in knots, because today was the day that she was going to meet the King, and he was going to annoyance if she was truly an Alpha or not. He was able to smell it on someone. Most higher ranked Lycans were able to, actually, but the King was able to do it without a shadow of a doubt, something

I felt a sharp pain in my head and stomach. A sound from a coroner made me turn, and I saw a man walking towards me. "So you're the new Luna, how interesting… and beautiful," he said, like he was hypnotized. "You're more beautiful than expected. The voluptuous body, smooth fair skin, and a beautiful face which is quite rare to see. You must've hypnotized him too with your beauty, with such beauty, who wouldn't be hypnotized?" He replied, thoughtfully.

Ira stared triumphantly at the ugly scars on the king's face. - Come on, use it, make me tremble with pain! Vragenn suddenly leaned back and grinned. - So that's what you're up to. Well, no, now you will be under close supervision. And as for my command - if you refuse to drink blood, I will personally go to that ancient castle where your friends live, still trying to figure out how to rebel against me. From there I will send you gifts - maybe they will be black wings, maybe silver earrings. Or maybe body parts. The head... yes, the head will come off,” the Lord grinned predatorily. - The head of a human paladin, then the head of William, and then the lovely head of your Tristan. Although by