Disney Skeleton Keys Novels & Stories

Kaelen looked at her. Really looked at her. For the first time since finding him, she saw tears shining in his eyes. "You don't understand." His voice cracked. "The crown isn't choosing you." The Bone Crown pulsed violently against her skull. The reaction felt almost angry. Almost defensive. Kaelen pointed directly at it. "That's not a gift." The creature watched in silence. Interested. Patient. Waiting to see what happened next. Kaelen swallowed hard. "It's a key." The words landed like a punch.

Somehow I thought that salutation would be better coming from a hot billionaire than my best friend. "I'm coming," I called as I crawled off my bed and moved toward the door. The locking mechanism clicked when I turned the key. The old house still had skeleton keys for each room. It was how the unused rooms could be locked from the outside. The obvious problem with skeleton keys was that most every one of them was the same. It didn't take a jailer's ring to open any of the doors. All you needed was one key, unless the key was in place on the other side.

"Maybe." Leaning in, I smelled the scent of disinfectant on his body. I forgot to mention this earlier, but this stepbrother of mine was also a medical worker. Leaning in, I bit his neck, and I could feel his body start to tremble, but he still didn't do anything, even as my jaw was already starting to become sore. The air conditioning was blowing cold air onto my skin, and I started to pull away, feeling displeased. "What, do you not want to…"

Then Ding Hao noticed that the hand bones on the cyan-gray skeleton moved slightly. Then, something strange happened. The cyan-gray skeleton suddenly seemed to have melted. Every part of the skeleton began to glow with cyan light. The metal bones covered with rust wriggled like small milk cakes under the sun. Finally, they completely liquefied. The cyan liquid kept surging to the center.

It would take the person to the destination of the object but one had to chant it within a few seconds just as the vision ended. I recalled the key and began to chant the spell . The key was golden in color; it was a skeleton key. After I finished saying the spell I saw the vision of the key in my mind. It was in a dark place. The vision started moving back slowly. It was in a box. It again moved back and this time it was showing outside the box. The box was behind a book with a red cover. Before it could show anything anymore the vision ended.

“That isn’t important now. We can deal with that later.” “No. I’m tired of going from one psycho to the next. We have to secure our position here, and we can’t do that with your girlfriend on the throne. And what is this?” I held out the gem the Queen had given me. It immediately glowed bright orange. “No, no, what are you doing with that?” He sounded appalled. “Are you trying to get us all killed?” “Aren’t you already dead?” I asked him. “Of course not. Do I look dead?” said the skeleton, waving his arms about like mobility proved life. Which I suppose it did.

"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.

I growled, to which the bewitched skeleton only chuckled. “No one sent me,” the skeleton said. “Bullshit,” I replied, tightening my grip around the skeleton’s throat. “What would an undead like yourself want with an ordinary human girl?” The skeleton didn’t respond, but I had to know the truth. My only option was to force an answer out of it. With my hand still on its neck, I reached over to a table next to me and grabbed the first instrument I could think of: a bone saw. I brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to lower it.

He looks me up and down, dismissively. "I'll take the larger boxes," I insist. "Your van looks..." I return his smug expression with a smirk of my own, "...small." Rosalynd comes out and hugs me. "That's a great idea, Axel!" she beams. "Maybe we can take the first load up while they get the rest of the smaller boxes." "You'll need this," he pulls a key from around his neck and hands it to Rosalynd. It doesn't look like a typical housekey, but something older. "Here's the skeleton key. It'll open all the doors you need to open."

I was desperate. One cold winter day, when my Mama and Papa were out feeding our animals, Aisling and I finally found my key. The whispers had been more helpful than average that day. They told me to check the floor. Dangling on a piece of twine underneath a loose floorboard by our parents’ bed. It was a beautiful brass skeleton key with filigrees etched into the bow. Something was different about the key, though. It didn’t look like any other skeleton key I had seen. The teeth looked like a small crescent moon.