Chill Skeleton Novels & Stories

I didn't even notice mr skeleton in the room, I stood up from my sit as I walked to the skeleton, "Hello Mr skeleton," I said as I took it hand to shake, "it's nice to meet you, would you let me touch your rips?" Just as I was about to touch the skeleton's bony rips, the door opened, I didn't need to turn to know it was the doctor who just entered, all I wanted was for the ground to open and swallow me, that would be a hundred times better than the embarrassing situation of turning to see the doctor, but I knew that wasn't possible, I wondered how I looked like shaking a skeleton.

Rotten and broken. “ Sick, this is totally sick,” Thalia shook her head as she turned her head and tried to make a distance between her mother’s skeleton and almost gagged. Whoever did this has to be really sick in their head, the skeleton wasn’t peppered with dust, oh no, it was clean like someone took care of it every day and Thalia couldn’t see why any sane person would like to dig a dead body out of the grave and then take care of it like it was their lover who came out of the dead.

' He thought as he lunged toward the skeleton, letting out a monstrous howl. Beast Yao Tai threw his stone with all his might, causing the barren skeleton soldier's skull to crack with a disgusting crack. The skeleton faltered from the force of the blow, opening up an opportunity that would be perfect for a quick-witted Goblin to take advantage of. While the skeleton was unbalanced, Yao Tie jumped into the air, using all of his weight to kick the skeleton to the ground. And as soon as the skeleton fell, It was filled with a wave of goblin punches, each one echoing the sound of broken bones throughout the room.

A wolf skeleton. Fully articulated, bones bleached bone-white by years in the water. The skull grinned at me—empty sockets, jagged canines, the spine trailing ribbons of decayed flesh that drifted like pale seaweed. One foreleg was still caught in rusted chain, the other broken at an impossible angle. The ribcage had been cracked open—long ago, violently—like someone had reached in and torn the heart out. My lungs seized. I choked. Water rushed in—cold, bitter, burning down my throat. Panic clawed up my spine. I thrashed, vision tunneling, black spots blooming at the edges.

It was like a white bone demonic mountain from the Archean Eon. The other party's two sharp claws were like two endless nets. Wherever they went, there were corpses everywhere, and no living creature could escape. This huge evil skeleton seemed to be just devouring flesh and blood. It did not care about any other life. "In such a short period of time, this fellow's strength has actually continued to rise. Even the current me has sensed some pressure..." Looking at this huge skeleton, Zephyr Khan's face showed a serious expression and he said in a low voice.

Its teeth were so strong and strong that they cut off the skeleton's neck as the squirrel cat sank it into them. I heaved a skeleton by its neck and then slammed it against the tunnel wall. I hurled my sword again, but this time I controlled it with my mind to start cutting down any skeleton that crossed its path. I stepped up and, feeling an inhuman strength coursing through my veins, the soul nectar burned in my chest, demanding more blood, more soul, and a desire to kill. I heard myself snarling as I picked up two skeletons, hoisting each several feet off the ground with a single hand.

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.

But with Brantley shielding her, she gradually calmed down. "Look over there!" Harmoni shouted. Not far away, on top of an altar, a blazing flame was burning—inside a skull. To be exact, there was a skeleton seated on the altar. Inside its skull danced a ghostly blue flame. That was the netherflame. It might be fire, but it radiated a bone-chilling cold. Brantley took a deep breath. He was ready. He approached the altar, bowed to the skeleton, and then struck out with a palm, shattering it to pieces.

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.

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.