Chill Skeleton Novels & Stories

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?

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.

The pain in my chest lessens and I decide to follow that smell. When I get to where the smell is thicker, I also smell blood.. Blood? What happened here? As I get closer, I see a figure lying there all bloody and for some reason it pains me to see her this way. I get closer and Shadows voice keeps chanting these words : "MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!" ____________________________________ Hey

“Alright, boys, line drills! Move like your life depends on it!” Mark shot Atlan a grin as he skated past. “Hope you can keep up, Philly.” Atlan smirked, settling into position. “Hope you don’t choke, Mark.” Greg, tall and broad-shouldered, let out a laugh. “Easy, kids. We don’t need claws out yet.” The whistle blew. Atlan launched forward, his skates digging in as he tore down the ice. His muscles screamed, but he powered through, pushing harder, faster. Bryan’s sharp eyes never left him, measuring, testing.

The pale glow of the moon cast a haunting blue light across the snow as Chloe shivered against the bitter wind. She had no doubt the winter landscape would be a beautiful sight if it weren't for the fact she had been out in the freezing cold for hours. The tense silence around her was broken by the chatter of her own teeth and the rhythmic crunch of boots in the snow as the guards prowled around her and the fourteen other girls currently stood in the snow in nothing more than their underwear.

He couldn't help himself with happiness as he took his parents' arms and left the living room until he saw that man again! As Kerem entered the hall as fast as the wind, his walk was frightening. She felt chills as she walked past him with an icy expression. He closed his eyes and opened them immediately. The atmosphere in the hotel was becoming more and more stifling. She felt like a schizophrenic. No one had noticed what she had just experienced, and that was why she felt. When he got out of the hotel, he shuddered from the cool wind and kissed his parents and got into his own car. When Seza got on her side, she quickly left.