Skeleton Detective Novels & Stories

He first looked at Nolan’s whose skin was paler than the moon but was yet to start decomposing, from what he could see the post-mortem report was surely going to list down poisoning as the cause of death as he had seen a similar case as this one before. But he only glanced at Nolan for a few minutes before his gaze turned to look at the skeleton next to Nolan. He asked, “ Was this the corpse that was buried under Nolan’s?” “ Thats right,” the enforcer replied. Logan walked over to the woman’s skeleton that was lying on the stretcher and he could see that the woman was really old. Older than his own grandmother, as her bones were crumbling and looked ancient. His eyes fell on the pendant that

My nerves were getting a little too active as I focused on the picture. At first, I didn’t see anything unusual. There were the skeletons with what looked like tissue still decomposing. Their clothes were hung just as I remembered, with their jewelry still attached. However, when my eyes moved up, there was this shadow hovering just above one of the skeletons. It was hard to make out, but the longer I looked at it, the more the eyes looked just like my dad. “No…”

He said it was supposed to come out as a statement but it came out as a question. “Is that a question? I would prefer a normal thank you.” Avery teased him. Authur looked at the dead bodies on the floor. “How the fuck do you know that they were there?” He asked, still surprised. “Detective Instinct.” Avery said with a smile raising her eyebrows at him. “You really are a true detective.” Authur said absentmindedly, still looking at the dead bodies. “Well thank you. As much as I love compliments,I would like us to start moving.” Avery said, pointing to the door.

"The body's face has been destroyed, and the fingerprints have been smoothened. We're unable to identify it just yet, Dr. Goldman." Ruth was relieved when she heard her assistant, Morgan Hall, say that. It was fortunate she hadn't left any traces that could help identify the corpse. "Bring the body back to the station for now. I'll ask Captain York for more details." Ruth approached Joseph York, the police captain. He was also my mentor. She wanted to know more about the corpse.

Black blood. Human blood. Shadow burns carved into walls. Something had torn through the district like an animal. Twice they found Hollowed bodies ripped apart. Not killed. Destroyed. One was embedded halfway into a bakery wall. Lucien crouched beside it. “That wasn’t steel.” Lyra already knew. Shadow. Cassian. Or the thing wearing him. They kept moving. The Bone Crown tugged harder the farther south they went. Like a compass made of grief. By midmorning they reached the old river quarter.

I asked my partner when we were already approaching the broken camp. The hunter suddenly coughed stifledly and lightly nudged me with his elbow, forcing me to look in the direction of the forest. Here is darkness! Something large and luminous was slowly approaching the camp from the edge. A cold ghostly light, clearly visible at dusk, came from ... a skeleton! A dragon skeleton, which was walking very quickly in our direction, shaking its bone wings with the remnants of dried flesh. Eitin, utterly pleased, walked beside the dead. Fiona followed them, her eyes shining with joy.