Horror Skeleton Novels & Stories

"They have replaced the structural integrity of your skeleton with their own. If we kill them—if we even attempt to move them—your entire frame will collapse into a heap of fine, white powder. You aren't a man carrying a parasite anymore. You are a living monument. You are the mound." I tried to stand, to flee from the madness in his eyes, but as I shifted my weight, a sickening crunch echoed through the quiet room. It wasn't the sound of a bone breaking. It was the sound of a dry sandcastle being stepped on. My right femur didn't snap; it shifted. I felt a handful of dry, gritty material slide down inside my leg, pooling at my ankle.

He had not expected the rumours to be true, after all, he had not seen any sign of anything abnormal here, until now. The skeleton at first did not seem to notice the man, which was no surprise as it lacked any eyes to speak of. Only hollow dents showed any sign of where two eyes had once been. The creature continued on through the room before it paused in its steps. Slowly its head cocked to the side as if it seemed confused by something or other. The man's eyes widened as he took a step back from the bony creature. It seemed to be looking right AT him! Impossible, but there was no denying the snarl now emitting from it. The thought that perhaps the skeleton could see him, sent shivers down

"For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their teeth." The creature stood up. It was tall, impossibly thin. Its bones clicked like dice in a cup. "But hunger is creative, Warden. If you cannot eat the nut... you eat the soil around it." The Skeleton walked to the ventilation shaft. He sniffed the air drifting down from D.C. "The boy is safe. But his garden..." The Skeleton smiled. His teeth were needles. "The garden is soft." He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red.

As if they were calling for more undead skeletons. " What's happening? Did they themselves get generated ?" Martina asked through mindlink. I had no idea what was happening either. What happened next, scared the shit out of me. One skeleton rushed towards Martina, I immediately shifted into human form, and pulled out my sword and slayed its head. " That was close. I could have lost my head!" Martina and Xavier too shifted into their human form. We stood back to back with each other holding our swords. In front of us stood the large army of undead skeletons. They were enormously huge and were holding axes, saws and hammers. The hammer was carved out of heavy rock, if hit we would turn into du

It was instantly broken apart and pushed inward. A black, still wet hand reached in. That was what Alex saw through the light that leaked in through the broken door “D*mn it!” Alex was very shocked. That hand belonged to a skeleton without any flesh and blood. Unlike the previous skeleton king, its bones were black. “Meow!” the white cat cried sternly. Alex instantly threw a punch at the skeleton’s arm. A tremor occurred with a boom. This black skeleton’s defense was not as great as the skeleton king, so its arm was broken apart right away.

I muttered, staggering to my feet and grabbing the coat I’d left by a nearby gravestone. Together, we approached the box again. I held my breath as I peered inside and I immediately felt the air get sucked right out of my lungs. It was a skeleton. But not just any skeleton, iIt was longer than any human I’d ever seen, probably eight or nine feet tall. It's bones shimmered like glass yet looked as sturdy as steel. It was so clear that it glinted in the moonlight, and I noticed gold engravings everywhere across the bones.

"You won't feel it." When Willow turned to look, she noticed a skeleton sitting on a gravestone. She screamed as she stared into his hollow eyes and again fell to the ground, but this time neither pain nor cold overcame her. "You're the girl with the prince," the skeleton said. He was kneeling with his elbows on his knees and his head resting on his hands. "Who are you? Where am I?" Willow immediately questioned, her voice revealing her fear.

Being in a town on the smaller side made it so you became used to long stares from strangers. I cocked my head to the side and raised my brow. “We aren’t on the first floor yet?” I asked, keeping my voice firm. “Soon,” he said, still staring at me. That was all he could say. No apologies or explanations. Just continued staring creepily. I held my bag tighter to my body and thought of what to say to scare him away. “I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it,” I said. I had no gun, no knife, not even a blade. But I would say anything to ward off potential creeps at this point.

the wolves and vampires come out." He told me. I looked at him in disbelief. I guess I shouldn't have ruled out the possisbility that more of the supernatural world exists, but here I am. I nodded, and kept walking down what was left of the path to the castle. I couldn't help but rubberneck to try to see everything that I could on our way in. This place was once truly beautiful. The garden went on for miles, there were multiple sitting areas all throughout, with ponds, pools, and birdbaths. I could see the remains of a labrynth in the distance. Good luck getting there without poisoning yourself. I thought to myself as we kept walking. "We'll go in through the main door there." Gideon pointe

And sometimes droplets of water from the distance ceiling tickled his ears, sending chill in him which causes his body hairs to stand upright. Yman was walking in such a place. His hand was gripping the hilt of a sword with odd size. His face was covered by a mask and his body similarly covered by a piece of cloth. He was wearing a pair of brown boots on his feet, which produces some noises whenever his boots landed on the dirty pavements inside the channel. His trusted partner whispered in his ears out of a sudden. He smiled wryly and said: "As you can see, this place seemed to be a scene from a horror movie." Yman replied to Sistela and darte