Skeleton Knight From Another World Novels & Stories

“A few weeks ago, Dominic and one of his Deltas stumbled across an abandoned cemetery just outside the old territories. Nothing but ruins, overgrown stone, and a dangerous creature of corruption, much like the one Varen is using to terrorize the town. But buried in one of the graves was a skeleton engraved with gold.” “Creepy,” Odessa muttered beside me. “Oh, it gets better,” Allen said. “This skeleton wasn’t just any skeleton. It was humming with residual energy, an energy that was responsible for binding a corrupted creature in place from six feet under the ground.” I narrowed my eyes. “So you’re saying the skeleton had power?” “Not just power,” Allen replied. “It was once the power. That

“See? Progress.” “It thinks you’re a flute,” I said. “It’s not wrong,” he trilled. The wall purred. My phone did not. “In Nytherra,” he added, “if you call a device a familiar, it gets ideas.” “Noted. This is not my familiar. It is a brick.” “Sturdy brick,” Jarek offered. “Tell me about you,” I blurted. “When you’re not guarding and juggling and insulting my technology?”

"Required." Reaching the room first, my character slashes at the skeletons as I jab the button with my index finger. My sword is better than Hudson's — I've been playing longer than his thirty minutes — and it only takes one or two strikes for me to take each skeleton. On the couch beside me, he's tense as it takes more effort to kill his attackers and Hudson sustains additional damage. "Ahhhh," he yells, leaning to the edge of the couch. I laugh, using my sword to break apart the machine spawing skeletons. "See, screaming is definitely required."

--- The creatures are not alive. Skeletons clad in sand-armor, their ribcages cradling pulsing violet fungi. They move in silence, scimitars of bone gleaming under the twin suns. Eden's crows dive, but the sand-armor dissolves them, acidic grains eating through feathers and flesh. "Run!" I snarl, but the city answers.

Akihiko, unwaveringly fends off the Akaname knocking it back to its corner. “Come and get it!!!” screams Akihiko agitating all of the Akaname in the room. All the Akaname leap directly at him and grab each of his limbs. One of the Akaname tries to take him out immediately by going for his neck but he screams and dislocates his arm and gets stabbed in his clavicle. Blood pours out from his mouth and the clavicle while he agonized.

Not too long later, Damian announced that he had stumbled upon the boss dungeon’s entrance. “If it looks like a grand gate three times my height, full of bones. I assume I found the right place,” he reported dryly. “Should we attempt this raid?” Zen weighed his options. There was only one altar left to find. Surprisingly, the skeletons were weak to holy magic. Zen did not need to cast a high-tier purification spell to reduce the skeleton army into a pile of bones. The Skeleton Knight must have some holy magic resistance, explaining the battle’s difficulty. “Not so fast,” Jessica replied to the chat. “My slimes just found two more rooms. One has an altar, and the other contains a loot chest.”

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

She said as she brushed my hair. It took as a few more minutes before we got back to the garden. The guy from earlier was already sitting at the table with Klaress’ parents. Oh my God! That handsome hot guy must be Klaress’ brother. Before I could ask Klaress about it, Ma’am Klara saw us and called for us to come faster. “You look lovely Abby. We’re very sorry for the trouble.” Sir Nathaniel said. “Thank you, sir. All thanks to Klaress.” I said. “It’s nothing really.”

No dragon. “Wh-who are you?” Nya stammared, her sword out in front of her as she prepared to defend herself. As far as she could see, he wasn’t armed, but he might be some sort of a sorcerer or something. As concerned as she was that the monster she’d come to kill had disappeared into thin air, she had to deal with this mysterious person first. He didn’t look threatening as he stood across from her, sizing her up, but he didn’t look happy either. Nya had faced off against many an angry, muscular man in her life. This guy was built like a slab of stone. Muscles on top of muscles. He was tall, too. At least a foot taller than her. He was glaring at her, which made his handsome face look dark a

Shantal wakes up slowly, immediately noticing that she is in a strange environment. She looks out into a void surrounding her, leaving her in complete darkness, except for a small light in the distance. Shantal approaches slowly, seeing that there is a dark figure standing there, appearing to be her height. As she approaches, the dark figure slowly gets taller and taller, now being around Alex's height, however, she is still a few yards away. Still bravely striding, Shantal makes her way closer, now being able to see a dark-colored armor, with an odd and curved weapon in their hand. Now, mere feet from the black figure, she notices that he is taller than Alex, perhaps three feet even! The we