Papyrus Skeleton Novels & Stories

They pierced the ground with force, left deep holes and turned into crumbs. The bone monster abruptly sat down, its paws seemed to give way, unable to withstand the collapsing body. The skeleton, raising a cloud of ash, fell on its side, twitched, the vertebrae of the neck began to turn the skull in a circle, it became clear that a furious light continued to burn in the eye sockets.

The nails screeched. The lid popped open. I took a deep breath. I braced myself for the smell of decay. I lifted the lid and threw it back. I looked inside. The scream died in my throat. There was no skeleton. There were no bones. There was no dust. The coffin was filled with bricks. Red construction bricks. They were stacked neatly in rows to simulate the weight of a body. I stared at them. My mind tried to reject what my eyes were seeing. "It is empty," Kael whispered.

He stood there for over ten seconds before pushing the door that had been closed for three years open. With a creak, the humid and stale air rushed out, carrying the smell of mold. The interior was just as it had been when I died—neat and tidy, except for some mess on the tables. That mess was from the days after my death, and they were caused by Toby's mischief. In the living room and near the wall, there were two chalk outlines—one large, one small. The large one was me. The small one was Toby. I had collapsed on my way back to the bedroom from the bathroom. Toby had died quietly in my arms.

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

” Kaifeng Lei just watched me from the side as he whistled and more men came to help with the dig. Then my breath hitched. It really was bones. And not any bones. The skull alone was nearly the size of a wagon wheel. And the femur, the thigh bone was as long as a full-grown man. Laid out, the skeleton stretched the length of at least four, maybe five men, lined up head to toe. “My God,” I whispered. “Raffaele—sample kits. Now.” He was already moving. I knelt and scraped delicately at a spot near the ribcage. There seemed to be something soft and unmistakably organic left.

she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet. “That’s right. Except for existing, Boredbones never does anything,” Skully said. “Not as jolly as the others. Maybe because of a few minor cracks and fractures he has. But he is the obedient one. Boredbones, go with your new master and behave.” Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside.

If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it could still turn out to be a very odd Japanese sex toy. The Pope’s followers did not have that rotting-off-the-bone look you associate with zombies. Or zombers — I wouldn’t want to offend anyone. They were pale, had a desiccated quality to the parchment-like skin clinging to their bones, and milky balls of horror where their eyes should have been. Which isn’t to say they were bad people. Maybe they were ghouls who ate the dead, but cemeteries take up a lot of valuable real estate, and what exactly are we saving up our dead for?

Lucien spread his hands. "Now the truth has arrived." A sharp cracking sound interrupted them. One of the nine stone pedestals surrounding the platform split down the middle. Ancient dust erupted into the air. From inside the broken pedestal... A skeleton slowly collapsed onto the marble floor. Its clothing had almost completely decayed. Only fragments of a dark coat remained. Around its neck hung a silver compass. Exactly like the one the stranger had shown Adrian earlier. Evelyn slowly approached. The skeleton's right hand still clutched a leather notebook.

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.

The remains sat in a cross-legged position in the air at this time, giving the impression of holiness and evoking feelings of worship and admiration in those who saw them. “That’s the God’s Skeleton!” These words popped up in Tyr and Dillon’s minds. When such a skeleton was suspended in this space, the only possibility was that this was the corpse left behind by the ancient God after his death. It was God’s Skeleton, which meant the corpse of the God. Only the golden skeleton remained after the skin and flesh on the surface had rotted and dissipated.