The Skull King Novels & Stories

The doctor continued, “Well, the good news is that there has been no movement of the fragments we were worried about and that is a good thing. The bad news is that your skull is not fusing together as well as it should be.” Just then, King Uther spoke, “Doctor, I am King Uther of the Dragon kingdom. Do you think giving her a bit of my blood would help that?” My doctor looked like he had just found a miracle cure, “King Uther, I think that is exactly what would fix her skull. Would you be willing to do that?”

“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.

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.

I was astounded, "This can not be safe for your defense?" The king didn't answer my questions when he talks and explained about my young dragon. "When he's tame and his wound is better, Brontes can accompany you here." Armand steps back and I peel my eyes from the open walls and look at the high ceiling and the very large space with stone flooring. Then I looked at the chains on the walls, this place... "The previous king, I was told he had a fascination with dragons." "What happened to him?" "Died in a battle." He ended the conversation right there, and I didn't push further instead I asked the thing that lingers on my mind.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

"All accept ksei, Noah Silverton as their King?" Noah knew he could be challenged for the throne any moment. Then he would have to fight and kill, only to land back at the dais, in front of the Elders of Vermiculo Pack. A pack Noah would be made Alpha of a day after. The coronation before the marking demonstrated that he was to be a King before an Alpha. And challenging the strongest werewolf on land would be folly, yet there was a moment of silence for anyone to arise one.

I grinned and he grinned back. I met Andre some centuries ago. He was a pretty old vampire himself, too, and we became friends. He loved finding his pleasure in women and drugs. He was the king of nightlife. He owned multiple clubs and different clubs around the world. He even had special secret clubs for vampires. This was one of them. It was frequented a lot by vampires and had special private feeding areas. There were also humans here who loved the high. He kept everything discrete and private. “I need to speak with you,” I said in a tone that conveyed the seriousness. He nodded.