Skeleton Detective Novels & Stories

Skeleton Saint became an SS-Rank. The Skeleton Ninja and the Skeleton Rogue were the most interesting ones as well, they were two skeletons that specialized in fast attacks and agility, something often not seen in such Undead creatures. The Skeleton Ninja evolved into a Skeleton Shadow Ninja, and then into a Skeleton Shadow Moon Ninja… gaining shadow-like abilities. The Skeleton Rogue evolved into a Skeleton Assassin, and then into a Crimson Skeleton Assassin, gaining several crimson-red robes and a powerful dagger coated in crimson-red metallic materials, it was interesting. Both of them ended at SS-Rank.

It's hard to say if it'll be a blessing or a curse. Dickson had been hunting down the Skeletal Demon for a while now. The Skeletal Demon was incredibly good at hiding his presence. His skills of constantly changing appearance were also strong. It was difficult to find him—let alone track him down. Today, Dickson finally got lucky and found traces of the Skeletal Demon on the outskirts of North City. He immediately took action, but unfortunately, the Skeletal Demon was too experienced. The Skeletal Demon had used a hidden technique to trap Dickson and despite being injured, he was able to flee into North City. It was too difficult to find the Skeletal Demon again.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

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.

To the south of the valley not far from its present location was a group of simple structures next to the mountains, which gave the appearance of being a mine. But there was something strange, a group of about fourteen figures were marching in close formation in the direction of the middle. "A police car?" Zark asked. To which Nyos, who was taking a spyglass out of his backpack replied "I doubt it." "the reasons?" Keil asked directly. But before Nyos could answer, the one who gave an answer was Ingrid "Because they are undead, more specifically they are skeletons." While Nyos nodded after rectifying the statement looking with his spyglass, he handed this to Keil.

But I find something to be very strange. Sebastian glanced up from the skeleton, his eyes narrowing. "What is it?" "The skeleton is mostly intact, except for one missing part—the left hand. Judging by the cut marks on the wrist, it looks like someone used a tool to chop it off." Sebastian nodded with satisfaction. Then, he examined my skeleton closely.

Thank the goddess that it’s my doctor that is the first to aid the female beta who has mysteriously fainted before him. I gently close the door to his office behind me, listening out for the click and checking the commotion outside was still louder than any noise I was making. As I turn I almost jump out of my own skin when I find a figure standing in the corner of the office…a model skeleton. I go through each drawer, each filing cabinet, almost deciding to bail out early, this was a bad idea. Until the last drawer to try happens to be the only one locked. I frantically search his desk and windowsill for the key, when I find it in the most unlikely of places…in the teeth of the life size sk

But instead of softening their hearts, it only enraged them further. "Why are you crying? It's not like Grace is dead! Get out of here! I don't want to see you!" Overcome with guilt and grief, my parents called in a forensic expert to determine where I had lived. The examination confirmed that the dilapidated room had indeed been my residence. However, the bloodstains revealed a chilling truth—I had been dead for over a year. Hearing this, my parents collapsed on the spot, overcome by the weight of the revelation.

He’s pouring me a glass of wine I didn't order. Maybe it will make my blood more palatable when he drains me. I’m beyond caring. A glass of wine seems like the least I’ve earned tonight. "I have no power over the actions of the hunters, but a site can be encouraged to hold no findings. I employ people who are very good at removing evidence. It's most of my payroll." "By dawn?" "Do you know what kind of monster it was?" "No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down."