Edgy Skeleton Novels & Stories

The last thing he saw was Khaleana screaming and blood—lots of blood. **Chief Gharcha Sharp Fang** Anarungu opened his eyes. The hut was warm, and he noticed a figure sitting across from him. It was a skeleton, the remains of a person. It wore strange white things, solid and shimmering like water in the light. A cloak draped over the shoulders, made of a material Anarungu had never seen before. In the skeleton's hand, a dagger was locked in a death grip. The skeleton's hand clutched a huge dagger, its blade as long as an arm. The dagger was white and smooth, resembling water but incredibly straight and razor-sharp. What kind of white stone was it made from? The base of the blade splits in tw

He had pushed Damian’s spare ammo crates onto the floor to make room for his book. Damian sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his stone leg stretched out. He was cleaning the Hammer. "You're in my seat," Damian grunted. "It's a comfortable chair," the Skeleton rasped. "For a jailer." The Skeleton turned a page of the skin-book. "Your son," the Skeleton mused. "He is clever. He hardened his shell. He made himself... crunchy." "He made himself tough," Damian corrected. "Inedible," the Skeleton agreed. "For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their

They don’t pretend. At school, nothing changes. The same classes, the same bored teachers, the same students pretending not to feel anything. He sits in the back, doodling in his notebook, sketching bones and skeletons almost unconsciously. A morbid habit, but a harmless one. Better bones on paper than bones in his bed. At lunch, Jamie slides into the seat across from him. Jamie's got a sharp face and sharper tongue, always too curious for his own good. “You hear about the new girl?” Jamie asks.

Such a horrible sight overwhelmed the terrified young woman as she tried to escape from the fully emerged black skeleton. All around her, skeletons and beastly creatures arose from the black puddles. Malevolent dark energy cloaked their bodies. The skeleton's crimson eyes stared down at the frightened girl whose eyes were rimmed with tears. A cry of fear ready to escape her throat was cut short by a sword in the skeleton's hand. Slashing it down, the girl's blood soaked the streets, but it was soon absorbed by the sword the skeleton wielded in his hand.