Chill Skeleton Novels & Stories

“No . . . It can’t . . . It looks . . . it looks just like . . . A wheeze hissed out between the dead man’s jaws. As they parted, an unnaturally long, black tongue slipped out and scraped the floor, dragging the head toward Emmett like a snail lugging its shell. The foul stench of corpses rose from its grinning mouth, a fresh gust rising to Emmett’s nose each time the tongue slapped the boards. He took a step back, his left hand clenching the table leg just below the right. Lifting the club with a scream, Emmett swung the weapon with enough force that the burnt skull shattered on the first blow. Emmett stood there, panting, weeping. He was still trying to catch his breath when the next gasp

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

Shawn said, "That's right. This is a chronic poison. It needs to be taken for a long time, and it will have a certain effect after a long period of time." "Will she die?" "No." Joshua blinked. "Then why do you want her to take this poison?" "Although I won't die, it will be more painful than death. When the poison sinks it, the whole body will itch, her bones will be painful, and her whole body will break out in cold sweat..." Shawn said slowly. Joshua's little face was wrinkled into a ball. "What?" Shawn asked, "Are you scared?" "Not afraid." "What is that?"

They simply needed to fly past the mountains ahead to finally enter Eastplain. All of a sudden, a mocking jeer was heard. "My, how bold of you to show up here!" A dense black mist rose from the mountains, and within it was a massive white skeleton that resembled a demonic entity rising from the depths of hell. The skeleton exuded a terrifying aura, while its body was shrouded in a greenish glow. Its eye sockets bore faint flickers of greenish flames, and surrounding it were ghostly apparitions. More astonishingly, the skeleton possessed the strength of a half-immortal.

That was when Sheila, off to the side, made her move, flicking a fork with effortless precision. The chopstick hit home, and Skeleton staggered back, a gaping wound in his shoulder. The tough guy everyone had their eyes on was down for the count. "Who the heck are you?!" Skeleton gasped, pain twisting his features. "Scorpion Gang. The name is Sheila," she said, summoning her trademark scorpion with a flourish. Sheila? "The leader of the Scorpion Gang, a mid-tier Lord of War!" Skeleton's face was a picture of shock that looked even worse than before.

His gaze was riveted to the frail figure frozen on the other side of the rift. Etjast involuntarily retreated, his lips twisted in an evil smile, his hands continued to make new passes at a feverish pace, increasing the speed of the rebellious army. Skeletons poured out of the rift like an avalanche and rushed towards a single target that surrounded itself with a sparkling whirlwind.

Chapter 70 • Talking Skeleton After the body totally dispersed, Linda was faced with a talking skeleton. "Hahahahahaha." The skeleton continued to laugh out loud in a way that pissed Linda. As if the skeleton sensing what Linda was about to do it raised it hand with vigor and took a red rope that hugged on a nail on the wall. Before Linda could raise her hand so that she could point her index finger on the skeleton in front of her as she had started incarnating but then… The skeleton used the rope in its hand to bond Linda all over her body and she fell down on the ground.

Withdrawing his beak from the skeleton's shield, Jim became aware of the skeleton's impending attack, so before the slash reached him he used the handle of his beak to stop it. The strong impact on the handle caused cracks to appear in it, not only that, the attack itself caused Jim's arms to go numb. Unable to react, the skeleton's next attack was a lunge which pierced a cost out of his chest. With the throbbing pain in his chest, Jim said a silent prayer that the wound would not be lethal. With a downward attack, Jim managed to separate the arm from the skeleton that possessed the shield, although because it was an undead creature, the lack of one of its limbs was hardly a minor inconvenie

White, articulated, perfectly functional. Where it meets the skin at my wrist the transition is seamless, like something that was designed rather than changed. I open and close the fist a few times, watching the tendons that aren't there anymore. "This is temporary," Hilbert says, studying it with professional attention that is only slightly undercut by the fact that he's still catching his breath. "Once you have full control you can shift between forms. The milk accelerated things—you can have more tomorrow." "Will I eventually be entirely a skeleton?"