Edgy Skeleton Novels & Stories

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

The face she had desperately wanted to trust peeled away. Something tall and skeletal stood beneath it. Its limbs were too long. Its shoulders too narrow. Black skin clung tightly to bone, and silver eyes gleamed from deep, hollow sockets. The thing smiled again. This time there was no trace of humanity left. "Blackreach sends its regards." Its voice still sounded exactly like Kaelen's. That made it worse. Much worse. Before anyone could react, movement erupted across the mountainside. The snow around them shifted. Not because of the wind.

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

"Big, scary skeleton. Pick on someone with a warranty." He's twenty years old and he's baiting a thing built out of a hundred dead people’s bones into chasing him, and there's no time to be sick about it because I have to get to Leon. The skeleton goes for Dax. Dax is fast, but this thing is twenty feet tall and his reach is too big to outrun. One of its hands comes through the brush and Dax isn't where it lands. Barely. I'm already sliding into the ravine where Leon's crawling backward with a useless crossbow, a deep gash on his arm and a face caught between panic and disbelief.

Barefooted. I went deep into woods, on and on and on. The Oswald family must have acres of land, I noted. I got to a body of water….. a lake, and I fell to my knees, “it’s been a long few weeks” I said, “let’s get this over with”. Then I heard the howl as it cleaved through the night, a cry and a command. To shift. And so I did. Here, alone, where probably no one would hear my screams as they ripped from me. My bones snapping and reforming, joints popping out of their sockets, gums itching as canines snapped down. My clothes shred to pieces as I grew bigger, I screamed until my screams turned to howls and then the pain stopped, like I didn’t just have my whole body ablaze with it. I felt fre

Why does it think we’re its sons? 'I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out.' 'Me neither. Let's blast it.' They nodded and with a shout, they unleashed their powers simultaneously, an icy wind colliding with roaring flames. The combined attack shot toward the skeleton but to their shock, it effortlessly deflected their assault with a flick of its bony hand. “My baby boys,” the skeleton cried, rushing toward them with. “Do you not recognize me? It's me. It’s mother!”

.. .. .. #Skylar P. O. V I have been here for a few days now and I have to say this man is nothing like Adrian he treats me like an animal I have been locked in a dark room ,, there is only a door no Windows no specks of sunlight I only get food two times and its brought to me my Diego the very intimidating one of all the guys He doesn't laugh just simply comes in gives me my food and leave a few minutes later he'll come back and take the plates

Just enough to see if anything’s hidden underneath. But as my hand got closer, the fear started catching up. My pulse spiked. My arms shook. My fingers brushed the edge of the skeleton’s bony shoulder. I winced, eyes squeezing shut as I reached further, trying to gently nudge it aside. “What the heck are you doing?” Catzn barked from behind me, his voice sharp with disbelief. But I didn’t answer. I was too focused. Its head snapped toward me, bones creaking loudly as its hollow sockets locked onto mine.

They came from every direction, growling and hissing, their movements erratic and unpredictable. I watched as Ethan shifted into action. There was no hesitation. He raised his hand, and the air seemed to hum with energy. A shockwave blasted outward, throwing several infected back and clearing a path for us to move forward. It was an impressive display of power—one that I had witnessed many times—but this time, there was something different about it. Ethan’s movements were more deliberate, more strained, and I could see it in his eyes. He was struggling.