Chill Skeleton Novels & Stories

He had to go sideways reaching for the walls which after some minutes he found, he was carefully tracing his hands around the wall looking for any kind of miracle switch because he really needed to light up the place to be able to see where that was. Luckily for him he found one, so he turned on the lights it took a second for the lights to come on Theo smiled at himself he felt a bit proud for some reason he had to take a minute to adjust his eyelids to the light but he wasn't prepared for what he saw next as soon as he turned back. “Holy…shit!” Theo shouted in shock as he saw a skeleton body bound in a chair with the hands and legs chained, as if that wasn't shocking enough there were huma

The sockets emit a faint light in them as the expressionless face of the skeleton stared straight into her eyes. Hellion sighed in helplessness. Looks like, she’ll die in a skeleton’s hand. Truly pitiful. Her body couldn’t move and everything felt numb. The cold started to chap her lips as the cold surface gradually seeps into her back making her tremble slightly. She wanted to laugh and cry as the thought of dying because of the cold or getting killed by a skeleton felt so funny. Was her life going to end here? In a cold desolate place with a pile of skeletons to accompany her. Hellion suddenly wrinkled her brows, didn’t she saw a person earlier? Where did she go?

Muscles rolled under the flesh like coiled snakes trapped under cloth. ​Lyra stumbled back, her boots catching in the crust. The face she had desperately longed to see peeled away, leaving something tall, skeletal, and monstrous in its wake. ​Its limbs were far too long, its shoulders narrow as a blade. Tight, charcoal-black skin clung directly to bone, and burning silver orbs gleamed from deep, hollow sockets. ​The thing smiled again, devoid of any remaining humanity. ​"Blackreach sends its regards." ​The voice was still Kaelen's—a perfect, mocking match that made the horror a hundred times worse.

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Although the others could deal with the skeletons, they were not mentally as strong as Philip, so they were all huddled in a panic. Although the bones were shattered, their bad premonition remained. When Philip approached a pile of broken bones, the bones suddenly started to move and turn into a skeleton at lightning speed. More importantly, the skeleton not only restored its original appearance but also held a weapon in its hand. Every skeleton held a different weapon, and the whole scene looked very bizarre. The weapons were made of white bones, looking very menacing and sharp. Philip felt something was wrong and was about to take action when the skeletons attacked him.

Lisa's eyes flash coldly, "Insolence! Who do you think you are?!" Dong!!! She then strummed her zither hard! An apparition of a skeleton leaped out of the sound wave straight at Piotr, its giant scimitar already reaching him! Piotr's face paled even as he promptly countered! Pow! As the skeleton was an apparition in the first place, it immediately vaporized from Piotr's punch. But to everyone's shock, the skeleton's scimitar sliced off Piotr's arm anyway!

It was as if I was watching an horror movie, the only difference being that I had a ticket to see it happen live. He burnt till he was nothing but skeleton. She poured another quantity of the brown stiff in the same glass and swirled it around in her hand, then she mouth it her mouth, in a flash she sprayed all of it on him on the ground. The skeleton seem to make a sound and then it buckled as if finally sent to Hades.

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

It was a solid column of kinetic energy, drilling into the spot where the knife, the book, and the bead lay. It wasn't just light. It was matter. Barzil watched, his jaw muscles bunching tight enough to ache, as the light began to weave. It started with the skeleton. A skull formed from white fire. Then a spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, clicking into place with a sound like snapping dry wood. Ribs curled outward from the sternum, knitting together in a fast-forward biological horror. Barzil’s stomach turned over. Bile rose in his throat, acidic and hot. He swallowed it back down.

In the next few seconds, a loud booming sound rang out in the room and she saw the big ghost also falling. Her eyes were open long enough to see something sticking out of Sara’s chest and her snowy white nightgown stained red. “Scar.” “Scar.” She heard everyone, including Alan the tormentor calling her name over and over again in a worrisome voice but she could not answer them. And not once did she hear Sara’s voice in the mix. Over the next couple of weeks, the clan of Scathin battled for the lives of the two precious daughters of the chieftain.