The Skull King Novels & Stories

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

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

Kyle asked. Nellie swallowed big and climbed the steps, as soon as she stood with others in front of the Door, A loud cracking sound came, it seemed the place is falling apart, then behold the mighty door started to open bit by bit until it fully opened. They all rushed in and as soon as they did, the door closed in on them. The King's Court is really terrifying, skeletons of bodies that existed thousands of years ago are still there. There's a particular one on the throne, the king's skeleton supposedly.

For a long time, Kinsley lamented the loss of his lover—Abigail Russell, who had committed suicide due to the heinous nature of the Future King at that time. Losing Abigail made a change in Kinsley's life. Kinsley Rodriguez de Castillo, a handsome man with a million charms, tall stature, black hair, and a firm jaw, has the status of Duke in the Kingdom of Willesden.

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

In amazement the King's aid said; "capture? great one, do you intend to fight against their kingdom?" This time the King laughed even louder, "I am not putting up a war against them; I am going there to raise my new breeds of prisoners after I have captured them all; I will be using the King's skull as my next wine cup, his cup will be my special cup." Shamugar the King of the Kingdom of the southern region said emphatically. This time is aid paused... "my King, I beg to suggest to

It was nice to talk to someone else other than the Sages and Isleen and Willow, and it was nice outside the suffocating pack house too. "If Alpha Oizys has so much faith in you and he made you his champion, then obviously he has seen something in you that ordinary eyes can't see. Alpha Oizys has ruled our pack as the temporary alpha alongside the Sages for decades; he's a great man with great wisdom and judgment." Instantly, the smile that had formed on her face disappeared. "You think he's a great man? I think he's the biggest asshole I have ever met. He plans to kill me if I don't participate in this so-called ritual."

West threw him to the ground once we got to the middle of the room. "This is Skull, for those of you not familiar with him. He's the VP of the Ravens... or at least he was when there was a Ravens MC. He's also the one who got Becky involved with them and part of the group that killed Margo and Nat." I spat as everyone but the twins were still frozen with horror etched on their faces. I understood why, Skull was covered in gore. There wasn't an inch on him that wasn't cut up. He had vomited from the pain and was covered in his own filth. "I'm sure some of you know him." I glared around the room as the others seemed to snap out of their stupor.

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

The king let go of the neck only to hold the set of bones and pulled again. Skin tore, the screams to give all those around nightmares. Even my eyes were wide as I watched, stunned to death. I watched the spine tear little by little out of Vlad’s back, the king making sure it pulled all the way down, ripping his centre. I paled, frozen as I watched. My stomach turned until there was a loud thud with Vlad crushing on the floor yet his spine held up by the king. His face was murderous and God, God! I was having this man’s baby one way or another.