Skeleton Detective Novels & Stories

Zeno could sense the threatening force of the skeletonʼs attack, and he swiftly dodged out of the way. During that split second, the skeleton managed to break free from the incomplete formation and enter the outside world. Until just a while ago, several cultivators were gathered around the incomplete formation in the outside world as they tried to study and decipher it. To their surprise, the formation suddenly fell apart, and a strange-looking skeleton materialized before them at that moment. Then, the skeleton seemed to have teleported as it vanished right away. On the other hand, James was staring hard at the place where the skeleton was found earlier. His eyes narrowed as he walked up t

I stated. "That's because I don't have one," the voice joked, then in the far end of the corner, a figure appeared. It was covered in a dark trench coat. It also sported a black top hat. It strode closer to us, tapping its cane on the ground. The sound its bare feet made was like bone hitting asphalt. A shaft of moonlight hits the figure reflecting only a yellowed white colour off the surface of its face. It was a skeleton, just as tall as the ones seen in any Biology room but this one moved as smoothly as a well-conditioned athlete. Its head swivelled as it surveyed the scene with its coal-black sockets.

I leave the room leaving Jessi and Nathan alone, I can’t believe he bothered to investigate me. He doesn’t trust his father? And now I’m going to have to deal with his mistrust. He can’t be messing with my past or he’ll end up making my uncle find me. What am I gonna do? She was head down when Sabrina came in. "Hanna okay?" Sabrina "Ah, more or less. I need a coffee, but I can’t leave here now I’ll wait for a friend to come out of there." I speak signaling Nathan’s room

"four to five, print. But not all of them are men. There is a woman involved too-- A left-handed person at that." "A woman?" "Of eighteen years of age or a year or two older than that. At least, that is what the postmortem reports suggest." That statement from the detective made Jake feel nauseous. He observed the detective. He knew him. He had been involved in many murder cases before, and the ones occurring after the letter his father received months back had had him provide his services crucially. Dr. Cavill Wingmen was thin with always-so-drowsy eyes, his nose pointed and covering half of his face, his cheeks were flat and his lips were thin and always set in a grim line. He was a man ra

"I have contacts who might know more about the Sparrow's recent movements." Mendoza nodded approvingly. "This is exactly why the triad approach works. Detective Blackwood's supernatural senses, Detective O'Connor's human investigative techniques, and Mr. Thornwood's connections in the supernatural community." "We'll need access to the body," Casie said, slipping easily into case-planning mode despite the surreal circumstances. "And the crime scene." "Already arranged," Mendoza confirmed. "Dr. Helena Vasquez at the morgue is one of us—a dhampir with exceptional forensic abilities. She's expecting you within the hour."

One long, slow breath — like it was alive. And watching. --- Detective Elias Rourke hated funerals. He hated the long silences, the dry eyes pretending to cry, the unanswered questions everyone agreed not to ask. Especially when the body in the casket hadn’t meant to die. "Second one this week," said Officer Deidra Hall quietly beside him. "Same age range, same model of those prototype devices. You thinking what I’m thinking?" "I'm thinking someone’s lying," Rourke muttered. "And I don’t like being lied to."

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.

He noticed my bulky, puffy down jacket which was clearly designed for warmth. He reached out to unzip my down jacket. "What are you doing?" I stared at him in disbelief and took several steps back in shock. "Grow up, Elsie Bennett! Tessa got her pants wet saving me. She's my lifesaver. Be more understanding. We can't just ignore her!" he said. I was furious and heartbroken. Belle, his daughter, was freezing and sick, but all he could think about was this so-called lifesaver? This ice fishing spot was formed by the rugged terrain, which created an ice lake. I felt uneasy driving over, but they assured me it was safe because they'd been here for company events before.

"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.

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.