Castlevania Skeleton Novels & Stories

]: [Crude Crystal Hand-axe] +1 attack. +1 dexterity. [Skeletor has learned Crafting lv 1!] "Phew, it was tiring to deal with you, Skelly, really tiring…" he sighed and rubbed his face a couple of times. "I'm going to call Kevin. You continue doing hand-axes, ok?" The skeleton nodded, and David smiled at him, it was a pain in the ass, but the undead was growing on him. A couple of seconds later, a screen appeared in front of him. The image of a husky with purple eyes in the middle of a city was visible in it.

Blood splattered all around. After the Sword Lights had finished attacking Xanthakos, a terrifying skeleton appeared in the void. It was half black and half white. Amidst the sounds, the skeleton slowly raised its head. “James, it seems that I have really underestimated you. “But do you really think that you will be my opponent just because you hold the Demon-Slayer Sword?” Then, Xanthakos extended his skeleton arms. A mysterious gray Vital Energy exuded from his body. He turned into countless skeletons and headed toward the gray clouds above him.

Veronica had even introduced me to them on the battlefield where they were punished by the elders. But as I watched, the features of his face slowly melted away, revealing the bare skull underneath. He had finally become a complete skeleton. He was truly dead—no soul remained. In this world of the undead, only Klaus, Veronica, and Carlos had retained their human forms. Why were some people skeletons while others were not? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I felt an urgent need to test my theory. I pulled the crystal ball from the white silk knot at the back of my waist. Holding it up to the bleeding skeleton on the ground, I noticed one of the black spots inside the crystal tremble slightly

Those pale, clouded accents weren't stones. They were bone. The vanguards watched in paralyzed revulsion as the projections slowed, showing the gruesome methodology of a High Councilor. They saw the spectral children shrieking in excruciating pain as Vane, with the steady hands of a jeweler, harvested their magic and their very skeletons while their hearts were still beating.

As if they were calling for more undead skeletons. " What's happening? Did they themselves get generated ?" Martina asked through mindlink. I had no idea what was happening either. What happened next, scared the shit out of me. One skeleton rushed towards Martina, I immediately shifted into human form, and pulled out my sword and slayed its head. " That was close. I could have lost my head!" Martina and Xavier too shifted into their human form. We stood back to back with each other holding our swords. In front of us stood the large army of undead skeletons. They were enormously huge and were holding axes, saws and hammers. The hammer was carved out of heavy rock, if hit we would turn into du

Suddenly the wind kicked up, hard and fast, tearing through the hollow like a scream. Nova jerked back. "We need to go." Atlas hesitated. "We haven’t seen what—" "We seen enough!" Wren shouted over the wind. A shape shifted behind the tree. Not human. Not animal. Just... wrong. They ran. Feet slipping in the mud, branches lashing at their arms, breath burning. They didn’t stop until the air turned light again, the shadowline behind them. Back at the Bone House, they collapsed in a heap. No one spoke for a long while.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Levante grunted coldly since he was being interrupted again and again. "Come in." Levante turned toward the door. Earnest entered, his face calm but his eyes clouded with hidden worry. "They found the Moon Servant." He glanced at me briefly before looking back at Levante. "They also believe a human skeleton is hidden in the wall." A human skeleton? My breath caught sharply. Humans rarely entered the werewolf or Lycan realms. The only ways were through kidnapping or forbidden dark magic, both banned for centuries. "A human?" Levante's expression darkened, a dangerous storm brewing behind his eyes.

But before the attack hit the monster, the two hand blades of the monster suddenly stab and pierce at her figure. The audience shriek at the sight, the others had blood rushing their body while showing grim expressions. Although magicians could not literally die after their health points reach zero, and even their wounds have no blood would gush, but witnessing a beautiful girl brutally stabbed to her face was somewhat made anyone hold their breath in regret. But contrary to everyone's expectation, what the monster had stabbed was just an afterimage of Almina. She quickly used a Rapid Leap skill to step back. This was the same skill that Yman got after upgrading his System Deity Sistela.