The Skull King Novels & Stories

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.

And I told them word for word how the king described Drakon's possible end if he tried it again. The fear on their frozen faces would have been comical if it wasn't so valid. "I think—" Diane began, "we sometimes forget why he's also called the Infamous Hybrid King. 'Hybrid' and also a 'King,' Cassia. Just a regular vampire is crazy enough, then throw in a random werewolf, and we humans don't stand a chance."

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.

The sketch was even blurry but for some reason, it is alike Keisuke or maybe she just hasn't seen many of the demons out there. "No! He is not a legendary beast! He is just an annoying hater!" she convinces herself finally closing the book. That should be enough research for the day and so she returned the book. As she walks by the other shelves, she came across a sign that says the current King's achievement. Curiosity struck her and so she checked it out. She pulls one book and opened it somewhere in the middle. It shows the current King's face. He looks powerfully built and extremely muscular, like barbarians in movies. He has almost orange long hair and beards. He has powerful eyes that

I stood next to him waiting for him to stand up straight, but he just stayed there, bent over. “My liege,” said Laffi, still bent over, “may I introduce to you the Visitor, Colin.” An older man stood next to the throne. He was in a black robe with a velvet cap that was too small to cover his bald head. His face looked like someone had sucked all the fat out, giving him the appearance of a skeleton with skin. “This is King Randall III,” said Skeletor. “It is customary to bow in his presence.”

King Suxx It's been a long time since I last saw this cruel king in front of me. King Hydrae used to be my friend when we were younger. I don't know what happened to him. He turned beastly after he was crowned the king of Aqua Edis. I can still remember when he promised he wouldn't follow the cruelty of his father. But he turned out to be crueler. His eyes reflect someone else. He's not the same Hydrae I used to play with when we were kids.