The Skull King Novels & Stories

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.

Brigid whispered, slowly approaching to check on her. She swallowed at the intense aura was emitting but she didn't stop. But then, her breath caught in her sore throat when she saw the inside of the large silver coffin. A skull? A decayed jagged blackened bone structure with a royal tunic drowned into dirt. The foul scent so strong it made her stomach curled so hard, a breath away to vomit. Is that... King Duncan Thornevale? Oh no.

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

The skin on your skull would be taken off; he would then use their skull as his drinking cup. It was quite scary story indeed. I almost didn’t continue the story to the end because it sounded similar to that of my father. He was a chronic cheat. The only difference between him and the dark rogue was that, he didn’t kill and drink from his victims’ skull. Their king was the worse person to ever rule. It was such that other nations had to intervene. Nothing much was written about the people that had intervened before his final exile. However, it was said it was that, a group of individuals that came from far destination, tired, had come seeking for rest in Veridian but the king had denied.

When his head looked up, the building that was above him suddenly collapsed and fell on Vasilio. His red eyes blinked slowly, he thought it was true that he was buried in a building. However, in reality, it is not. Vasilio was standing in a field with hundreds of skulls wearing armor. They all paid their respects on one knee, while their swords glistened in the moonlight. "After a long wait, we are finally back on our feet. Sincerely, descendants of King Reivan and Queen Thafana." Vasilio stared at the skull that seemed to be the leader. Of course, he was a little surprised by this incident. What did his parents mean to pass on these skulls?

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.