Novel & Cerita Gangster Skeletons

And why did I care how I looked next to him? We pulled up to a warehouse, massive, cold, guarded. But inside, it wasn’t some rundown dump. It was high-end. Organized. Controlled. Men with weapons, screens tracking routes, crates being moved like chess pieces. This wasn’t a gang. This was a machine. Deal Dynasty. And Hunter? He wasn’t just part of it. He was it. Everyone turned when he entered. Respect followed him like a shadow. And then… their eyes shifted to me. A tall guy with a cocky grin and too many chains around his neck spoke first. “Hunter finally brought her,” he said, like I was some myth they weren’t sure existed.

Their weary gazes fell upon a pile of bleached white bones near the entrance, stripped clean of any flesh. It appeared as though someone or something had meticulously cleaned them, leaving behind a haunting testament to the grim reality of the situation. The realization dawned on the beastmen as they counted the bones meticulously, finding more than a hundred sets of skeletons piled up before them. Their faces contorted with anger and ferocity at the sight. The implications were clear: these clean bones could only mean that someone had devoured these beastmen, leaving nothing but their skeletal remains behind. The beastmen's fury ignited, fueled by the perceived barbarism of the humans.

With a loud clatter of bones, the skeletons emerged from the stone shelves, dragging shreds of cobwebs with them. Amid the pain, Viktor experienced fierce satisfaction at having accomplished what he had been trying to accomplish. He had awakened the dead. The skeletons moved in jerky insect movements toward the shuffling undead of Theodria. The zombies turned on the bone puppets as they moaned furiously. A mace-like fist slammed into a skeleton's ribs and shattered its sternum, chattering teeth digging into the flesh of the gravedigger's arm. A hand that was made of nothing but bare bone scratched the other dead undertaker's face and parted one cheek, revealing the ravenous teeth of the zomb

He’d fallen and rolled into a vast chamber full of skeletons. He turned, squinting, seeing that it was more than just a depositary of bones. Over and over there were skeletons. Huge skeletons. A majority of them were quite massive and bearing skulls more apish than those of men. Understanding that he stood in a weird graveyard, August figured there was some compliance between the locals and these stinking beasts. That didn’t mean much at the time, as he heard voices from down the way, ahead of him. Barely able to see in the grim light, he flattened against the wall of bones between him and the cave wall, wishing he could climb out, balance on the ledge and go back the way he came. August tho

Mine. My stomach dropped. “What the hell?” "They've been here for a while," The man continued casually, like we were now drinking buddies. "Saw one of them do the whole slicing of the neck stuff to the last guy who danced with you. He looked like he'd seen a ghost." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Did they talk to them?" "More like threatened. You ever seen a man threaten someone with just a look? That is the purest art I've ever seen."

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

Warehouse. I didn't wait for an explanation. I took off toward the parking lot, my boots echoing like gunshots against the marble floors. I heard Jax’s quick footsteps behind me. "Asher, wait! What is it?" "Vivian," I spat, reaching my bike and swinging my leg over. "She’s not just trying to get Lila expelled anymore. She’s talking to the Skulls." The Skulls were the rival gang from the north side. They didn't have the "moral code" the Reapers pretended to have. They were vultures. If Vivian was feeding them information about the $50k race, it wasn't just sabotage—it was a hit.

That’s his second mistake. “That must’ve hurt,” I murmur, brushing the ash away with my thumb, almost gentle. “You poor thing.” Bones shifts, eager to end it. I lift a hand. “Don’t make him repeat himself,” I say, irritation slicing through my tone. “Where. Are. My guns.” “We don’t have them!” he sobs. “We sold them, okay? We’re just a small gang—we needed money, men, leverage in these streets. We—”

Daniel asked, with his mouth agape. “I saw her sister’s wrist, decaying and I knew instantly that they were playing games on us.” “It means that the three skeletons have a hand in this,” Daniel said, with his index finger and thumb on his philtrum. “Although, I wonder why the skeletons sent them to us. It’s disturbing.” I said, with a sigh. Daniel and I went to the receptionist to see the skeletons and they were giving a task to a newbie, so we had to sit and wait for them to be true with her.

Angie groaned in pain. "Stop digging for information, Miss Journalist." Angie widened her eyes. This man definitely had something to do with Arok's death and all the tragedies that had happened and was connected to the Wolf Gang. Angie squeezed the man's wrist, digging her long nails in with all her might. The effort seemed to pay off. The man groaned in annoyance and his grip began to loosen. At that moment, Angie took advantage of the situation and punched the mysterious man in the face.