Skeleton Soldier Novel Novels & Stories

“Look, aren’t they just a pile of dead bones? I could simply wipe them off in a minute!” Before his voice fell, the fallen skeletons stood up again. Not only that, the broken, scattered bones were reconnected. Moreover, they rejoined the force. Even Alex could feel that the strength of the skeletal soldiers that were electrocuted by him once did not decrease but increased. Surprisingly, they were even fiercer than before. Hundreds of crimson red pupils of the hundreds of skeletons were staring straight at Alex. Jasmine yelled, “Run!” She turned around abruptly and ran toward the outside of the valley.

From the looks of it, the skeletons with blueish flames in its skull just wondering aimlessly without any order, all three of us just stare at the skeleton and all of us thought the same thing. "...weak…so…who want it?…". (Alehandro) We each gave each other a look and finally decide the one who will fight the skeleton with a simple game of rock paper scissor. In all honesty, we just wanted to get some action, the entire journey so far is boring and lackluster, now that an enemy has emerged in front of us, we can't help but want to taste the water. After 3 games, Alehandro won the game and with joy. He rushed out of the bushes where he hides and directly swings his war hammer at the cluster o

Eyeless sockets stared eerily as they marched closer. Callie knew about them. They were part of Mammon’s army of the dead. They used to be men that made deals with him to win wars and now served him for eternity as payment. All three of them had crowns on their helmets signifying they were all once kings. Nadia didn’t hesitate and started throwing energy blast at one of the skeleton soldiers. Nicholas fought one off with his axe and with Bishop. Matthias joined the fight and made the earth rumble, causing the last skeleton to fall. Aubrey threw a potion at the fallen skeleton and whatever it was started eating through its armor and bones.

However, that changed after being given Miasma and Names, of course! All of the Skeleton Soldiers, who were around C-Rank in existence rank went all the way up to S-Rank as they became Skeleton Knights! All of them gained hard armors and weapons they could generate, being part of their body. These bone weapons and armor were more resistant than their usual bones and made them formidable fighters from the get-go. However, after being named they became Skeleton Death Knights of SS-Rank, being lesser versions of the two Skeleton Knights that guard the castle's gate, and holding superb physical strength, defenses, and even some talent using weapon techniques.

Their eyes locked, conveying a mix of emotions and unspoken understanding. An arm suddenly burst out from the ground, abruptly interrupting the tender moment between Mathias and Fateema. Soon after, countless arms emerged, making it impossible to keep count. Mathias and Fateema moved closer to Eric Damian, seeking safety, as the undead soldiers emerged from the ground, fully armored and armed. In no time, they found themselves surrounded in the midst of the undead soldiers. The sight of the undead soldiers was both frightening and grotesque. Some were mere skeletons, while others possessed rotting flesh and disfigured faces.

The Sword Titan was the weakest of the three, but the gap between the trio’s strength wasn’t that big. He also demonstrated an extremely powerful side of his strength before the skeleton army. He didn’t hold the long sword in his hand; instead, he used his vitality energy to control it. The long sword drew a white line in the air while reaping the heads of those skeleton armies. The trio killed a large number of skeleton soldiers in a matter of minutes. Their bones were strewn about the ground. Eventually, they killed all of the skeleton soldiers.

Can he erase being the first monster who touched her that night? No. “Can you pay Lucy Roshid,” I ask darkly, “for shoving your disgusting cock inside her the way you did that first night?” His face twists in confusion. “Lucy Roshid? I don’t know any…” “Salt.” The word slices through the room. “The girl you knew as Salt at Davenport.” Recognition slams into his face. Then horror. Pure, naked horror. “P...Please…” I don’t hesitate. Not for even a second. I raise the silencer. Aim straight for his chest.

"But the dead deserve dignity. We should cremate it quickly. We can't let some unclaimed body delay your generous gift to me. I'd feel terrible." Just then, Kip arrived. He tenderly brushed sweat from Jen's temple, his sigh heavy with adoration. "You're too compassionate, Jen. After everything you sacrificed—the self-experimentation, the pain—you still defend deserters. It hurts to see." My brother, mirroring Kip's heartache, was about to agree when a construction worker yelled, "Hey! What's that shining in there?" All eyes pivoted. A cold, metallic glint winked from within my decayed rib cage.

The power within her was awakening—and it was too much to contain. The Werebeast stepped forward, its eyes glowing with a twisted intelligence. It wasn’t like the other beasts she had encountered before. This one—this weapon—was something different. The lines between animal and soldier had blurred, and it was no longer just a beast of destruction. It was something more, something deeper. "You carry the Soulbone," it repeated, its voice raspy, almost reverent. "The key. The Frostkin blood... it calls to us."

--- 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.