Skeleton Stories Novels & Stories

Yeah, her ribs were definitely broken. I slipped out the small knife I had taken with me and threw it to my right. I heard a loud screech and a skeleton appeared through the dust. I hid Beatrice behind me. My eyes went to the knife lodged in between the ribs of the skeleton. How the hell do you kill these things? "What are they?" "Undead," Beatrice winced out. She was straining but not as much as before. She was already healing. "Undead! I thought they were just myths!" I yelled as I frantically searched my mind for my Alpha's teachings. Undead, created from ancient dark magic. They were already dead. There was no way to kill them. We could only slow them down.

The movement resumes behind me again and I turn to check but still, there's nobody so I continue walking. Suddenly my legs get stuck and I can't move. I struggle to move my legs but they won't budge for no reason then I feel a pull from behind me and hands grab my ankles. In horror, I look behind me and the skeletons have come back to life. I see skulls and bones rolling slowly across the ground and coming together to form horrifying hollowed-eyed skeletons that are all coming for me for reasons I can fathom.

It was what I had written during one of the rare moments when I was conscious, before everything went dark. [I still couldn't buy a new outfit. I wanted 100 bucks to buy a nice set of clothes, so I could say goodbye to the world properly. Now, it's clear that's impossible. I used to hate Mom and Dad. I hated them for never caring for me. But now, as I'm dying, all I can think about are the memories from when I was little—when they took me to fly a kite. I was so happy then. If only I could go back to that time, living carefree."

Beneath the moonlight, the room wasn't as illuminated as it was during the day, but I could still see clearly. When I turned my head, I saw that Zane wasn't here! He must have gone to the basement to "work out". This time, I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of "workout" he was doing. When I sat up, I heard a rattling noise as my left hand was pulled down. I tugged harder, only to find a silver handcuff around my wrist! The handcuff was connected to a chain that was firmly tied to the leg of the bed frame!

The door to the rooftop was locked, so we just sat down in front of it. "You sure you're good with just bread?" Crimson asked as he started eating. "I'm fine with this." I replied. "Instead-" I trailed off as I stared at the large amount of food he bought. "-nevermind." "What department are you in? I forgot to ask earlier." "Ah, I'm from the arts department." "Is that why you were drawing earlier? Did you already have to pass something?" "That's not it. The skethpad I was using earlier was for my personal works."

Lucifer started speaking some strange language and his blood that was mixed with Rae, entered the whole skeletons. The skeletons eyes which showed nothing before started showing black. They are alive. Their wings made of bones spurt out from their backs. One of the skeletons came down to meet Lucifer. Kneeling down. "He is not here with us." "Yes, his bones are not yet complete. But do not worry, you will not be needing him anymore, because I am now your new master."

A hand that was made of nothing but bare bone scratched the other dead undertaker's face and parted one cheek, revealing the ravenous teeth of the zombie. The last of the skeletons leapt onto Herwin's corpse, tearing at cracks in his blackened skin and locking jaws around the meat puppet's head. Viktor's vision was starting to turn gray. He felt completely exhausted. The effort of maintaining the physical movement of the skeletons was draining his body enormously. He felt the tension in every muscle, every tendon, every nerve that burned with pain. He had nothing more to give. A spear of dark energy slammed into a skeleton, knocking it through the air, crashing it against the opposite wall.

Primus of Drexillia" and made Cranx the new Grand general of Drexillia He had made Sphinxes superior to all other beings, a 300 year Sphinx is more superior to a 400 year old Vampire, anyone who didn't abide by that was slayed before the eyes of Drexillians, Drex had also planned on invading Hidden kingdom (another kingdom were beings like Griffins, Grendels, Goblins etc lived under the lordship of Stoker (1500 years Minotaur), the Qunin of Hidden city, but all his efforts were in vain,he was a lot more stronger, but despite the fact that Sphinxes and stronger, Stoker always defeated Drex on each attack he made on invading Hidden city, as a result of their ages

Skeleton King naturally no longer cared when he caught sight of a glimmer of hope. He stared at Lino Windsor and the others frightened and nodded. “Okay, I’m willing to do anything as long as you don’t kill me.” Tyr Summers despised how Skeleton King conducted himself. It was hard to imagine how a wimpy person like him could become a pirate chieftain. Lino asked, “Skeleton Island had repeatedly robbed the Windsor family’s shipping line, Skeleton King. You’ve all gone against us multiple times. There must be someone supporting you, or else you wouldn’t have the guts.”

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.