Skeleton Novels & Stories

Declan looked hurt by my words. “Speaking of why I’m back so soon, what the hell? First the creepy guy in the street, then I come home to a trashed house, my best friend went home, my parents tell me that I’ve been gone for three days!” I ranted. I was probably red in the face. By the end of my rant, Talia had a worried look on her face, and Declan looked angry. “Okay, you may want to have a seat, there’s a lot to unpack here.” Talia motioned for me to follow her down the stairs, into the garden. “Why are we going down here to talk?” I asked Talia, still being suspicious. “We need to have this conversation in private.” Declan said, coming up from behind us. I stood there, breathless in awe o

Summer froze she closed the door behind the movers exiting the house, turning to face Scar fully, “What do you mean the trends,I'm gonna model” “You are doing more than modelling,you will be walking side by side with me, if I'm the face you are..” “Sub face,side face,mini face” Summer asked excitedly, The door bell rang, The both ladies shared a glance, Scar shrugged, “You won't believe who you have here” She said turning to look at Scar, “Who” Summer asked sitting beside Scar as she peered into the tablet,

The air did not crackle or blaze. It hummed—a resonance born inside bone, a gathered chord that made Selene aware of her skeleton the way a bell is aware of its bronze. No outward surge of spectacle, only a deepening: three presences lining up like harmonics. The glade seemed to lean closer, but it was her body that did the leaning, her senses calibrating to the new pitch.

Several pieces of the skull fell to the ground as a result of hitting Yao Tai's fists. The skeleton soldier found his way to his feet and made his way towards Bao Tai. Yao Tai backed away from the creature, hoping to open another attack. When the skeletal soldier raised his blade in the air, Yao Tai took the opportunity to thrust the skeleton, disrupting its swing. The iron sword crashed hard against the stone, and it rang loudly in the corridors. Yao Tai kicked the skeleton's knee from the inside with all his might. To his surprise, instead of feeling the resistance of the skeletal soldier's bone

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

It was always cold here. I quickly turned on the heater and sighed in relief. I hit the car at high speed as I watched the road pass by. I was in my pack’s territory. My Saturn pack was the neighboring pack of the twilight pack so it didn’t take me long enough to reach my destination. The SATAN VILLA of alpha GERALD FOREST.

I brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to lower it. “Which one should I start with?” I said, gliding it along the skeleton’s ribs. “Your arm? Or maybe I should go big and start with a leg.” The skeleton squirmed beneath me, but I was far stronger. Skeletons were the lowest form of the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampi

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

Which vividly showed how Mario’s men and women (gangs no longer discriminate although women are scarce) could be seen with their emblem of a falcon on their denim jackets. As my two loyalist and trusted members enter my office I’m abruptly removed from my thoughts. “James, Zack,” I say monotonously as I nod in acknowledgement. I’m behind my large oak desk watching the security cameras of the back door for any sign of Sphinx. James glances at my maroon suit and raises his dark eyebrows. “Sphinx needed to see something distinct to trust us, like... oh he’s here, see.” I say turning the monitor towards them. “He said he would wear something distinct to be able to differentiate between a regular