Skeleton Novels & Stories

what will you find but skeletons within All Hearts !!

she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet. “That’s right. Except for existing, Boredbones never does anything,” Skully said. “Not as jolly as the others. Maybe because of a few minor cracks and fractures he has. But he is the obedient one. Boredbones, go with your new master and behave.” Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

It was as if no one was qualified to look at this skeleton. However, as Raider approached the skeleton and looked at it, it seemed to feel his presence and grew a little brighter. The skull in the center shone more than the rest, as if something was inside of it. Suddenly, as Raider arrived in front of the corpse, a body of light burst out from the skull and circled around Raider and the bones. Raider felt like this blob of light could easily take his life if it wanted to. Slowly, the light came to hover above the skeleton and change shape.

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

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"Big, scary skeleton. Pick on someone with a warranty." He's twenty years old and he's baiting a thing built out of a hundred dead people’s bones into chasing him, and there's no time to be sick about it because I have to get to Leon. The skeleton goes for Dax. Dax is fast, but this thing is twenty feet tall and his reach is too big to outrun. One of its hands comes through the brush and Dax isn't where it lands. Barely. I'm already sliding into the ravine where Leon's crawling backward with a useless crossbow, a deep gash on his arm and a face caught between panic and disbelief.

It was a solid column of kinetic energy, drilling into the spot where the knife, the book, and the bead lay. It wasn't just light. It was matter. Barzil watched, his jaw muscles bunching tight enough to ache, as the light began to weave. It started with the skeleton. A skull formed from white fire. Then a spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, clicking into place with a sound like snapping dry wood. Ribs curled outward from the sternum, knitting together in a fast-forward biological horror. Barzil’s stomach turned over. Bile rose in his throat, acidic and hot. He swallowed it back down.

We wrap our arms around each other’s waists as I walk up. “Why don’t you tell them, my love,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I know most of you know of the haunted forest,” I begin. “Haunted forest?” Little Leander asks, as if this is the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. Emlyn comes up behind him and puts her hands on his shoulders. When he looks up at her, she subtly shakes her head, silently telling him to be quiet. “The forest isn’t haunted, but it is inhabited. By sprites,” I say.