Chill Skeleton Novels & Stories

- You will be young, beautiful and eternal, inside me, you will never leave, in search of immortality, which I desire. Then she stepped back and touched a red stone in the center of the huge skeleton's chest that was stretching and forming tentacles that projected above them, moving, as she began to change like a monster between tentacles coming out of her chest and a skeleton. with pieces of the missing girls like a chimera .

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

"Dante? What is this? Make it stop!" She tried to run, but the skeletons reached out. Bony fingers snagged the lace of her sleeves. They pulled. The fabric hissed as it tore. The skeletons didn't want her soul; they wanted her skin. She tripped, falling into a heap of white silk and black ink. The wedding march distorted into a low, vibrating growl that made the marrow in her bones ache. The chapel dissolved. The walls melted into the damp, grey concrete of the Underbelly, then warped again into the cabin.

A vicious, overwhelming aura emanated from the skeleton almost instantaneously. James and Zeno were swept several meters away due to the skeleton’s aura as they were caught completely off-guard. Meanwhile, the skeleton scanned the surroundings and rose up in the air. Then, it flew toward the sky at an incredible speed. “Stop right there!” Zeno shouted and quickly went after the skeleton. Just as Zeno was about to catch up to the skeleton, it turned around abruptly and blasted two laser beams from its eye sockets aiming at Zeno. Zeno could sense the threatening force of the skeletonʼs attack, and he swiftly dodged out of the way.

Turning on the shower to the coldest setting, I step under. My skin sings as the icy water cascades down my body. The itch is now dull. I rest my head against the tiled wall. My skin prickles with each movement. It feels like thousands of needles piercing my skin and I need relief. My talons extend and my teeth turn to sharp points.

she asked. "I'm not done yet" Her mouth hung open in shock, she felt chills run down her spine. Dex wasted no time again he roughly removed the towel that covered his lower part and landed on her again taking her energetically against her will. She had no other option but to give in to his demands.

Bradley stood up and tapped him on the back before he went out the door. ********* MAXINE ROBERTS They stood side by side in the dressing room. The fresh new batch of the Silver Tongue Chippendales. There were five of them, all wearing the same sailor's uniform, very skimpy underwear underneath, and toned muscles that have been smeared with oil before they put on their clothes. Bradley had told them to wait for him in that formation because he was bringing a special guest to meet them before the show.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

The last thing he saw was Khaleana screaming and blood—lots of blood. **Chief Gharcha Sharp Fang** Anarungu opened his eyes. The hut was warm, and he noticed a figure sitting across from him. It was a skeleton, the remains of a person. It wore strange white things, solid and shimmering like water in the light. A cloak draped over the shoulders, made of a material Anarungu had never seen before. In the skeleton's hand, a dagger was locked in a death grip. The skeleton's hand clutched a huge dagger, its blade as long as an arm. The dagger was white and smooth, resembling water but incredibly straight and razor-sharp. What kind of white stone was it made from? The base of the blade splits in tw