Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect Novels & Stories

Behind him and all around him, all the dead guard that has faced him has already being reincarnated as a Skeleton Knight, that moves together with him, clearing his every step of the way unhindered. By the moment, Alfred reached the Main Plaza, The skeleton Knight Army has already reached 60, Skeleton Knight is not your average monster, it was actually categorized as Threat Level 2 Monster as to make a Skeleton Knight, the necromancer has to combined 3 dead bodies to make one Skeleton Knight. And Naturally Skeleton Knight were the best choice in this battle as they were able to move like humans fluidly, and also, in this context, them being all Threat level 2, meaning that no Knight that wer

However, more skeletons came crowding over. Over on Saiba's end. Two of his men set up defenses at once. Two five-meter-long spears appeared in each man's hand, burning brightly with spiritual flames that pounced on the incoming skeletons. Both men were of peak Ambience level, and the skeletons were crushed in an instant. However, there were too many skeletons, and they quickly filled the square again in the blink of an eye. There were even more skeletons charging into the square.

Suddenly the wind kicked up, hard and fast, tearing through the hollow like a scream. Nova jerked back. "We need to go." Atlas hesitated. "We haven’t seen what—" "We seen enough!" Wren shouted over the wind. A shape shifted behind the tree. Not human. Not animal. Just... wrong. They ran. Feet slipping in the mud, branches lashing at their arms, breath burning. They didn’t stop until the air turned light again, the shadowline behind them. Back at the Bone House, they collapsed in a heap. No one spoke for a long while.

Snarls shred through the night, and she does the only thing her instincts scream at her to do—she buries her face in Logan’s neck, bracing for impact. A clash of steel. A violent growl cut short. Pain never comes. Her breath heaves, ragged and erratic, as she forces herself to look up. And then, she freezes. A figure stands before them, his back shielding them from the monsters. Twin swords gleam in his hands, crossed against the creatures' snapping jaws, locking them in a brutal stalemate. The beasts push, snarling, their claws raking the ground, but the man doesn’t yield. He is unmovable—rooted, solid, unbreakable.

she continued, throwing both hands up, “you’re suddenly a billionaire? No, the billionaire. The face behind one of the world’s most powerful luxury empires? So yes, this is more than ‘a lot.’ This is completely insane!” I nodded slowly. “I get that. You’re right to be upset.” Her arms crossed over her chest like she was physically trying to protect herself from me. “How can I trust you?” she asked, voice lower now. More vulnerable. “How do I even know you’re not some serial killer pretending to be a bodyguard pretending to be a billionaire?” A laugh escaped my lips. I couldn’t help it. “If I was a serial killer, Sloane… you’d probably be dead by now.”

Niffa asked as her eyes were wide open looking at the corpses. “My imagination. Remember I’m a sorcerer it’s my special ability,” he said as he quickly tossed the bodies into the fire. “Let’s go,” he said as he grab the toolbox as walked away. “But Rico, how about the forest? Are we going to abandon it?” she asked while looking back. “I Rico the violet-eyed sorcerer and the protector of the forest will never abandon the life of the living creatures in the woods. I prepare everything and I already assigned some of my men to protect the forest.”

player 6 declared. "This is bad." Audella whispered. "Let's get down to business and kill them!!" player 5 declared and immediately attacked them. Audella managed to kick the guy's hand. Eleonna immediately picked up his swiss knife. Player 6 was approaching her way so she threw the sharp glass in her pocket to his feet. She did it with full force that the glass was badly buried in his leg that made him fall, but Eleonna didn't see player 3 coming from behind her. Player 3 managed strike her head that caused her to fall as well.

Everyone fell silent. A heartbeat later, footsteps echoed behind them. Not theirs. The rhythm matched perfectly. One step. Then another. Then another. The sound stopped the instant they did. Kaelen drew his sword without a word. "No one's there," one of the younger soldiers whispered after looking back down the tunnel. The passage behind them was empty. Lucien forced a grin that convinced no one. "That's comforting." The Guardian's expression darkened. "Don't answer them." Astrid frowned.

My father, trembling with anger and sorrow, asked if the school's security footage near the warehouse could be pulled up. The footage showed me, struggling to stay on my feet, barely dragging myself as I made my way back. But before I could even reach the door, I collapsed hard on the ground, blood pouring from my body. Meanwhile, just a short distance away, Yolana was happily walking hand-in-hand with my father, who was sending her off to school with a smile. If only he had noticed, if only he had looked closer—maybe he could've seen me. The footage continued to the day of my death. They saw Yolana open my door and, without a second thought, throw my lifeless body next to a trash bin.

The heat was so great that the salt-dust turned to liquid glass, trapping the undead skeletons in a crystalline prison. "I’ve got the flank!" Leo shouted, moving with a speed that shouldn't have been possible for a human. He was the "Protector," and as the Trinity engaged the gods, he became the shield for the rear. He used his silver-edged daggers to deflect the salt-shards being thrown by the Sisters' lesser manifestations. I walked toward the altar. I didn't run. I didn't blast fire. Every step I took, the red-gold scales on my body glowed brighter. I was the Sanguine Empress, and the "Debt" within me was reaching its boiling point.