Chill Skeleton Novels & Stories

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?"

"We need to talk about your arm." The cabin went quiet. Even Valerius stopped chewing. I looked down at my left side. They had cut away the sleeve of my jacket. My arm lay exposed on the white sheet. It was beautiful and terrifying. The black crystal bones were perfectly formed, interlocking with a precision that nature couldn't achieve. There was no flesh, no muscle. Just the dark, obsidian structure floating in a suspension of faint, purple mist. It looked like a constellation trapped in the shape of a limb.

It was instantly broken apart and pushed inward. A black, still wet hand reached in. That was what Alex saw through the light that leaked in through the broken door “D*mn it!” Alex was very shocked. That hand belonged to a skeleton without any flesh and blood. Unlike the previous skeleton king, its bones were black. “Meow!” the white cat cried sternly. Alex instantly threw a punch at the skeleton’s arm. A tremor occurred with a boom. This black skeleton’s defense was not as great as the skeleton king, so its arm was broken apart right away.

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

My uncle was dressed as slick as ever, pulling this whole Jack Skellington vibe with his pin-striped suit tailored perfectly to his body and some fancy, polished shoes to finish it off. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when he had Perry doing dinner service for us, it actually made me chuckle to see him dressed like a waiter with the towel draped over his arm and everything. Of course, Luci had to share the whole story about Perry and his best friend trying to steal his wife, it was a good story, and Luci loved it whenever he won and got to imprison another soul in the underworld. He was certainly proud of his work and took no shame in flaunting it.

“Then why does it feel like I killed him?” “Because you love him. And love makes us responsible for choices we can’t control.” They reached the final preparation chamber. Walls inscribed with formulae. At the center, a crystalline structure pulsing with consolidated knowledge. “This is every bloodline keeper before you,” Elara explained. “Generations compressed into a form you can integrate.” “What happens if I integrate?” “You’ll know how to dismantle bindings. You’ll be prepared for combat in ways weeks of training can’t match.” “And the cost?”

(Silver Skeleton) "Well, this is my first time seeing a silver skeleton…and a talking one at that…" "Dear lord!…BEGONE!!…it's a cursed soul!!…everyone steps back! or you will be infected by its curse!!…". (Bar) Sharing his thought to all, Bar took a few steps back as he throws bread crumbs at the skeleton. The others also follow him and jump further back. "SIR!..stand back!!..let me shoot this abomination!!..". (Mina) "NOOOOO!!!…DON'T KILL MEE!!!…AAAAHHHHHH!!!….". (Silver Skeleton)