Skeleton Soldier Novel Novels & Stories

Ethan screamed as the bones rejected his control, the careful programming the Council had installed overwritten by ancestral fury. "Impossible!" Morrison's voice over the battlefield. "Kill her! Kill her now!" But it was too late. I'd established the connection, and through it, I sang to every piece of Moonsinger bone the Council had weaponized. Across the battlefield, enhanced soldiers found their bone-laced weapons turning against them. The titans collapsed, their pilots ejected as the armor reformed into something else. Three figures of pure silver light stood where the titans had fallen—ghostly echoes of dead Moonsingers, given temporary form through their preserved bones and my living b

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

As if they were calling for more undead skeletons. " What's happening? Did they themselves get generated ?" Martina asked through mindlink. I had no idea what was happening either. What happened next, scared the shit out of me. One skeleton rushed towards Martina, I immediately shifted into human form, and pulled out my sword and slayed its head. " That was close. I could have lost my head!" Martina and Xavier too shifted into their human form. We stood back to back with each other holding our swords. In front of us stood the large army of undead skeletons. They were enormously huge and were holding axes, saws and hammers. The hammer was carved out of heavy rock, if hit we would turn into du

Rolph stepped toward me, but Xander stepped between us. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's possible." A crease formed between my eyes as I studied him. "Where are you from? My pack was decimated." He nodded. "Yes. That was The Skyefrost Pack, correct?" I nodded. "How did you know that?" He nodded toward the grimoire. "That is the Book of Elders, the grimoire of your people, is it not?" "Yes," I said, dragging out the word. "Why?"

He slumped to the floor, blood leaking from a gash on his forehead. "Nevan!" I tried to move toward him, but the third soldier was already inside. It ignored Nevan. It walked toward me with a slow, mechanical gait, its violet sensors locked onto my stomach. It wants to touch us, the child hissed. Burn it. Burn the world. The soldier reached out a metallic hand, its fingers unfolding into a series of surgical needles. I felt a surge of energy so powerful it threatened to tear my skin. The violet light in my eyes turned a blinding, solar white. I didn't hack the soldier. I hacked the atoms in the air between us.

His gaze panned the far wall and he almost laughed out loud when he spotted the sword. Three years ago Vertigo comics had done an adaption of his zombie novel, Dead on the Inside, and as part of the promotion, Brad had attended Dragoncon in Atlanta, Georgia. He’d received many gifts while there—graphic novels, posters, T-shirts, trading cards, and from one publisher of Manga a katana sword with sheath and wall mount. He’d hung it up, thinking of it as a mere decoration and nothing more, but now felt silly that it hadn’t immediately sprung to mind when in need of a weapon. He crossed the room, snatched the sword from the mount, and removed it from its sheath.

The Attack of the Cyber Soldiers Ayesha barely had time to react before the first tank shattered. Glass exploded across the room, ice and mist spilling onto the floor. A man stepped forward. Or rather—something that used to be a man. His skin was pale, almost metallic. Wires ran along his arms, disappearing into his spine. His eyes glowed red. Then, with inhuman speed, he lunged. Adrian barely dodged as the soldier swung a metal fist, denting the steel wall. Leena fired two bullets into his chest. The soldier didn’t even flinch.

The sky and the ground were filled with skeleton warriors. They held bone blades and swords in their hands. There were even some who directly picked up their companions' leg bones and skulls, using them to attack Qin Haodong and others. These guys were like locusts. Every time one of them was killed, the insect inside would once again burrow into the ground. Soon, a new skeleton warrior would come out.

Severin's actions seemed to have angered those ghouls as they bared their bloody mouths and charged toward Severin more fervently than before. Severin had little time to react. In an instant, a skeleton soldier wearing black armor had attacked him with a punch. The space around Severin collapsed, and the river of time seemed to have been affected by that attack. The skeleton soldier's aura, which rivalled a level nine supreme paragon, shot up into the sky. Severin winced in agony as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The feeling was similar to an iron nail piercing through his skin and hammered into his bone marrow. He tasted a metallic sweetness and immediately vomited blood.

which paid the mortgage and utilities. On the right monitor: a manuscript titled "The Gray Chronicles: Book Three." His publisher was getting impatient. They didn't know their best-selling dark fantasy author was literally a centuries-old being sharing a body with a teenager. The advance paid for Cara's... considerable wardrobe expenses. Shadowalker's voice echoed in their shared mindspace: "The protagonist's motivation in chapter seven remains unconvincing." "He's based on you," Northstar thought back, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Of course he's emotionally stunted."