Hell Yeah Skeleton Novels & Stories

Whistling happily, he turned the light on. “My little dove, I’m coming!” he shouted. “The Graysons are giving me the money! And once I’m going to get rid of little Belle, my idiot stepsister, we’re out of here!”

Sulfur burned her nose. "I'm sure you realized the situation that you're in now, Rayleigh." He smirked devilishly at her, his fangs sharpened slightly. Her eyes flickered as the light of the sconce reflected on his teeth. She turned her gaze away from him, which only seemed to please him instead. "But you're Rayleigh. Top Exorcist in the game." He sat back and looked at the shackles. "I'm not a fan of restraining others unless it's for fun, but I know the moment I let you go, you'll put up a fight. Decisions. Decisions."

Joe sighed. Shawn stood up numbly, and his whole body was like a walking dead. The mourning hall returned to silence. It was so quiet that the faint sound of the wind could be heard outside. After a while, Shawn shouted, "Hello, Summer." "What do you want me to do?" "Thank you for telling me this. It hurts me so much," Shawn said. Summer, with a very expressionless face, said, "You're welcome. At first, I thought I could be a godmother, but now..."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

(Silver Skeleton) "Well, this is my first time seeing a silver skeleton…and a talking one at that…" "Dear lord!…BEGONE!!…it's a cursed soul!!…everyone steps back! or you will be infected by its curse!!…". (Bar) Sharing his thought to all, Bar took a few steps back as he throws bread crumbs at the skeleton. The others also follow him and jump further back. "SIR!..stand back!!..let me shoot this abomination!!..". (Mina) "NOOOOO!!!…DON'T KILL MEE!!!…AAAAHHHHHH!!!….". (Silver Skeleton)

Beneath the moonlight, the room wasn't as illuminated as it was during the day, but I could still see clearly. When I turned my head, I saw that Zane wasn't here! He must have gone to the basement to "work out". This time, I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of "workout" he was doing. When I sat up, I heard a rattling noise as my left hand was pulled down. I tugged harder, only to find a silver handcuff around my wrist! The handcuff was connected to a chain that was firmly tied to the leg of the bed frame!

By the time I looked closely, I saw a throne and a skeleton dressed in an elegant robe was seated on it. "What the--" It's eyes suddenly glowed green and it's gaze was solely on me. I almost threw the lamp and ran back but I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. I looked down to my legs and I found out rocks had already been molded to them. I stared at those eyes again, they reminded me of Levi. My breaths hung in my throat and my heart pounded like crazy. Something about this skeleton spelt doom! "Aaron Harrington." The Skeleton muttered, my eyes exclaiming in horror. "I've been waiting for you."

It was as if I was watching an horror movie, the only difference being that I had a ticket to see it happen live. He burnt till he was nothing but skeleton. She poured another quantity of the brown stiff in the same glass and swirled it around in her hand, then she mouth it her mouth, in a flash she sprayed all of it on him on the ground. The skeleton seem to make a sound and then it buckled as if finally sent to Hades.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

My father, trembling with anger and sorrow, asked if the school's security footage near the warehouse could be pulled up. The footage showed me, struggling to stay on my feet, barely dragging myself as I made my way back. But before I could even reach the door, I collapsed hard on the ground, blood pouring from my body. Meanwhile, just a short distance away, Yolana was happily walking hand-in-hand with my father, who was sending her off to school with a smile. If only he had noticed, if only he had looked closer—maybe he could've seen me. The footage continued to the day of my death. They saw Yolana open my door and, without a second thought, throw my lifeless body next to a trash bin.