Cowboy Skeleton Novels & Stories

I was cornered. While the skeleton continued to advance on me, I shut my eyes and shook my head. “This isn’t real… This isn’t real…” The sound of bones rattling toward me was replaced by the sound of those very bones being kicked to the floor. I opened my eyes to see a large figure in the dark, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, standing over the skeleton as it writhed and kicked on the floor. It swiped a bony hand at the figure and slashed it in the thigh, but the figure retaliated by picking the skeleton up by its throat -- well, where its throat would have been, if it had flesh.

“Aw, honey, don’t beat yourself up. Most men are like that—especially cowboys. You’ve gotta pry information out of them.” Skylar nodded. It didn’t help that Kade had to pry things out of her too. Kade made a sharp turn on the horse, bumping up in the saddle, and she caught a glimpse of his tight ass, his long muscular legs hugging the horseflesh as he stretched taller in the stirrups. Add in the contestant number flapping on his broad back, the cowboy hat shading his handsome face, making him look mysterious and dominant, and Skylar let out a purely feminine sigh.

- Dessa as soon as the skeleton release from Timot fingertip *wwwooogg!!!* the skeleton was thrown very far away!!! "wwooaaahh!!"- John Carl the skeleton slams near the gasoline station and it suddenly create noise using the gate near it! but after some time it attacks the zombie! "aaahhh! my communication again is lost!"- Christian "Okay, let's move now most of the zombie are running towards the skeleton!"- Bobby we move outside of the gate of the building

(Sasu) Nudging at the Alehandro that were sticking close to him with his elbow, it's true that the skeleton has never really damaged the corpse the dragged. But since now the corpse have a living being inside, although the corpse already dead but they ho hid inside of it were very much alive. After much deliberation, this boar monster were chosen due to it's large build and also it's thick hide and meat, it would be able to provide them with a protective layer in case the undead skeleton decided to break the patterns.

I try to breathe slow, because slow sometimes fools the pain into blinking. It doesn’t blink. Bone peels. The best I can do to describe it is this: imagine your skeleton is a shirt you’ve been wearing your whole life and somebody tells it to turn inside out while you’re still in it. There’s a ripping sound you can’t hear and a lot of little snaps you can. The Wolf loves this part. He pants happily under my ribs, tail beating at the notion of afterward. He does not acknowledge that during has teeth too.

The gloves snapped as she put them on. "Lucy, hold his shoulders. You, hold the good knee," she said to the man accompanying the arrogant cowboy. Her hands were cold and steady as she cut the soaked pants. When the fabric opened, even the tough ER folks shuddered. The femur tore through the flesh like a broken branch, dirt and rocks stuck to the wound. "Shit!" Lucy cursed. Sofia leaned in, illuminating the bone with a flashlight. "Grade IIIB open fracture. Needs surgical irrigation now, Dr. Vance."

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

The man grabbed the manager's wrist and folded it backhand… Click! The sound of dislocated bones! "Ah!" the manager screamed. Winnie was also taken aback and took two steps back, looking at the strange tall man who suddenly appeared. Looking muscular, expressionless, and ordinary-looking, he looked inconspicuous in the crowd. Gale looked up and asked, "Pearton?" "Ma'am, are you okay?" Pearton replied. She nodded her head.

I muttered, staggering to my feet and grabbing the coat I’d left by a nearby gravestone. Together, we approached the box again. I held my breath as I peered inside and I immediately felt the air get sucked right out of my lungs. It was a skeleton. But not just any skeleton, iIt was longer than any human I’d ever seen, probably eight or nine feet tall. It's bones shimmered like glass yet looked as sturdy as steel. It was so clear that it glinted in the moonlight, and I noticed gold engravings everywhere across the bones.