The Skull King Novels & Stories

My knees turned to jelly when I came face-to-face with his complete wolf form. He was easily five times larger than any ordinary wolf. He had black fur and ruby eyes and saliva flowed from his mouth. He was a complete monster! "King William..." "Aaahhhhh!!!" I screamed in horror as he sprang at me.

His words created more tension and fear in my mind. When their cars were parked, the guards came out and opened the door for their king, King Stanley. That was the first time I had seen anyone who had seen him up close. He looked very brutal, with scars all over his body. His head had been shaved, and even though he had a crown on, it didn't hide the tattoos on his head. One eye was normal, while the other was like it had been replaced with a black diamond or something.

Skeleton king stuttered as he lost even the little bit of confidence he had retained as he saw Bear king being killed. Tsarayu moved and immediately appeared near the skeleton king and punched out. Skeleton king who was thinking about a plan to survive was shocked when he suddenly saw Tsarayu disappear from his original spot and appear near him before he could even turn around, a fist stuck his head. As Tsarayu's fist connected with the Skeleton king's skull, it was blasted into smithereens which flew everywhere. The headless body of Skeleton king fell to the ground lifeless. "Hah, now I'm free to handle you little guys," Tsarayu turned around and looked at the remaining monster kings.

"And I cannot begin to imagine why he has come all the way from Skullis." "Perhaps the heads we sent him frightened him," Fam said. The King shook his head. At the same time, murmurs that disagreed with Beta Fam's statement erupted. "The Overlord of Skullis is not one to be easily frightened by mere heads. After all, those vampires were rogues who meant nothing to his kingdom." King Darren sighed deeply after his words, a little line of worry etched on his forehead right after. "Then why?" Beta Howli's voice was barely audible in that large room.

Tai either just took over, or his time has spent elsewhere, rather than keeping his own manor maintained. We don't have to walk far before he sweeps around the corner, opening his eyes wide as if he is greeting two old friends. "Akara, I'm so glad you could make it," he grins. I take an uneasy step back, confronted by the look of him. Aside from the slightly longer than usual black curls, he looks like a King again. His rings have returned, all different, but similiar. And his clothing is lavish and royal, looking so painfully alike to the Tai I met all that time ago for the first time.

He didn't say anything, just wanted to see a good show and see their stupid appearance. "The truth? When was I kept in the dark?" Mr. King opened his thin lips again, and his dumb voice was sarcastic. Staying calm, I didn't react to what he was saying at that time. Mr. King plays with the pistol around his waist, and his eyes are full of strange bloodthirsty air. An Dingran eyes stare big again, and the whole person is like falling into icehouse, which will condense into ice sculpture in the next second.

Madeline, our vampire princess greeted, her blonde hair was neatly made in a braid as she wore a simple white knee long dress, her father being the vampire king of this realm, though I was unsure whether or not he had returned from the ball, as I was waiting to hear of what happened in the ball after I had taken my princess and left, expecting the night to still be young in the human realm, though after what had happened the ball would’ve most likely been over, at least I think. “Thank you” Kiara said smiling, she lowered her gaze not looking at Madeline who gave her a warm welcoming smile, having been excited to see the mystery girl who had caught the eyes of the hybrid king, I was the high

We finally reached an opening into a clearing that looked more like a graveyard than a throne room. Beneath our feet, we could bones stuck within the ice. Ribs, skulls, different human parts all shattered, limbs frozen in place like offerings to the gods of ice. At the center there was something that might once have been a tree, only that now it was a blackened husk, with its trunk split open and hollowed out. Its branches twisted upward like antlers. And beneath it, the Wendigo King. He was taller than the others, and impossibly thin, his limbs looked too long, his spine curved unnaturally as if it had broken and healed but not the way it was supposed to and his eyes burned blue. Hungry.

“I’ve come to ask for his support . The priestess of the Kree kingdom is on my side, and she sent a letter for the king.” His eyes flicked to the guards beside him, and they exchanged silent glances. After a moment, he motioned for me to follow him, stepping aside to let me pass. I followed him through the gates, my footsteps echoing on the cold stone floor. The kingdom’s interior was no less intimidating. Towering stone walls, dimly lit corridors, and the constant murmur of activity filled the air. I could sense the power that emanated from this place. It was the heart of the Skull Empire, a kingdom where alliances were forged in blood and power was everything.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.