Skeleton Wars Novels & Stories

--- 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.

In the next second, war erupted. As the skeletons came to their senses like sharks that smelt blood. They shrieked and pounced towards them. These skeletons were quite fierce. Most of them even had weapons in their hands too. Boom! Alex sent out an attack with his palm. The divine power was like an endless sea, toppling the opponents and clearing them out of Alex’s way. Luna quickly removed the White Bone Whip from her wrist. She then whipped the air and said, “Why do these skeletons look similar to the ones in Spiritual Valley Dungeon?”

Students move quickly around us, falling into place like they've done this a hundred times before. "Thalorien." I look up. Instructor Draven jerks his chin toward a guy already stepping forward. He's bigger and stronger. Tattoos line his veiny arms. His hair buzzed in a way that makes him look like a warrior in training. Confident in a way I'm not. Great. "Try not to die," Draven adds coldly. "Ready?" my opponent asks with a smirk. "No." I mutter. Before I can blink, he attacks anyway. Clean and swiftly. I barely dodge the first hit, twisting out of range just before his fist connects with my ribs. My body reacts on instinct, years of survival taking over where training doesn't exist.

"I was wrong! Boss, I’ll make it right! I was wrong. I’ll make it right!" Before either Rhys or I could react, he lunged forward, grabbed the wrench, and with a guttural, animal scream, he swung it down on his own leg. CRACK. The sound of bone breaking was sickening. "AAARGH—!" The scream that followed didn’t sound human. His body collapsed like a rag doll, and he went unconscious in seconds. Rhys stood frozen, stunned. I rose slowly, my expression unchanged as I kicked Garrick once. "Drag him out."

He lifted a witch-forged silver sword and roared, "Cyrus is incompetent! He has conspired with outsiders and betrayed the pack! The Blackclaw pack's army is already at our gates. Today, we cast him down!" No sooner had the words left his mouth than pack members on the western side of the square drew their weapons and charged toward the platform. They were all Eddie's loyalists, trained in secret. At the same time, the pack's main gate burst open with a thunderous crash. The Blackclaw pack's warriors flooded in, snarling as they attacked anyone they came across. Screams and the clash of weapons tore through the air instantly, and the square plunged into chaos. Cyrus' expression darkened, and

Slashing it down, the girl's blood soaked the streets, but it was soon absorbed by the sword the skeleton wielded in his hand. The sword glowed a bright crimson color as the skeleton jaw clacked together in attempted laughter, as he felt his body empowered by the woman's blood. Such horrendous sights were happening all over the capital of Lunaris. People's petrifying screams rang out even as the knights of Lunaris bravely wielded their weapons to defend their people.

Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly. Every attempt he made to kill me nibbled at my confidence. Adrenaline made my senses sharper, suppressed the fear and made me faster. I knew he would kill me if he found me. I wouldn't make it out alive. A stone whistled past my ear and struck a pine tree by my left. He had started using the catapult and from the distance and aim, he was good. I zigzagged through tress and a low branch hit my face so hard, my vision blurred a bit. I didn't have time to examine the scratch neither did I have spare energy for that.

9 units each made up of 10 skeleton warriors; the units possessed a closed phalanx formation using the square shields that each skeleton warrior possessed. Behind the phalanx of Skeleton Warriors were 2 Skeleton Archer formations, each formation consisted of two columns of 5 Skeleton Archers each. On each of the flanks of the formation were 5 skeletal horsemen, which mounted on skeleton steeds, each of these skeletal horsemen were only armed with large pikes. In the rear, just behind the skeleton archers, 5 armored figures stood out from the rest of the undead.

It wasn't long after that the Moroi agreed in some of us partaking in human skirmishes once they found out about the effects of war on the Strigoi population. Strigoi thrive on war. Some of them would scour the battlefields at night and promise injured or dying warriors left behind immortality for their service. Others would raid camps in the dead of night and take soldiers away, covering their tracks under the guise that the men had abandoned their post and were declared deserters.

The whole way went smoothly. He even felt like looking for Sam. "I wonder if we can link up. It's so boring going around alone. If it weren't Sam who suggested this, I wouldn't be bothered with something so childish," Zach said. Before he knew it, he arrived at a small room that was only a few square meters large. There was a pile of bones on the ground. Zach kicked it around, looking around and not noticing anything strange, so he turned around and left. The moment he turned around, someone appeared behind him without him knowing.