Edgy Skeleton Novels & Stories

"Be careful. If this is a trap… don't let him into your mind deeper than he already is." Siron nodded, then turned back, sliding her head and shoulders into the crevice. The stone was cold and damp. She crawled forward, using her phone as a flashlight. The light only illuminated a few centimeters in front of her. The passage sloped downward, then opened into a small chamber, like a man-made cave or perhaps a collapsed tomb. And in the center of the room, lying on a flat stone, was a skeleton. But it wasn't a normal human skeleton.

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.

“They're awake.” ​Before the words had even faded, a pale figure hauled itself over the edge. It was shaped vaguely like a man, but years underground had stripped away anything human, leaving skin that clung desperately to prominent ribs. One eye was sealed shut with a thick ridge of black scar tissue, while the other glowed with an eerie silver light. It dragged itself onto the stone floor and stopped, followed closely by another, and another. ​Lyra backed away, her pulse hammering in her throat. “How many are there?”

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.

I scrubbed at my face in frustration, before stumping after him. We walked down and out of the house, he led me to a small table that had obviously been hastily set up, in the middle of a clearing amongst the trees. I just walked right up to it and started stuffing my face as fast as I could, ignoring the snort he let out while he sat across from me. We ate in awkward silence for about five minutes before I heard something crashing in the bushes, “what was that?”, I asked around a mouthful of food, but Arian just smirked, “probably nothing, eat up, you don’t wanna keep dear Sheila waiting”, Sheila huh, I was about shoveling another morsel of food into my mouth when a young guy ran out from

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!”

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.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.