Skeleton Wars Novels & Stories

her hand in mine, her body steady against me, and her choice clear. And I knew, as surely as I knew the cameras were still flashing, that this was only the beginning. Because immediately I saw Wakes across the hall. The war is about to begin.

Aunt Cara says, coming over to hug me as well. I corral the new group and introduce them to Elias and Petal who was discharged from the hospital, and then to Silas who has a large group of warriors dancing on their toes behind him. “What’s this?” I ask, pointing to the group looking on excitedly. “Basically the entire pack wants to give the newcomers a tour and they wanted me to ask if we could spar again tonight.” “Ohhh, I love a sparring match!” Uncle Eli says, rubbing his hands together and looking at my warriors.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

shouted Radolyub. “Something like that,” Zoran agreed hoarsely. His hammer fell from his hand and rushed towards the opponents. Having flown in a wide arc and smashing a dozen skeletons on its way, it returned to its owner. Zoran deftly picked up his weapon and stared expectantly at the enemy army. The shattered skeletons stirred feebly under the feet of their brethren. They were not only scattered, but also broken. Fragments of bones jumped up and stuck to the feet of those walking, preventing them from walking, but stubbornly refusing to stay still.

The third skeleton said, with a tone of disappointment. So, these wicked skeletons were planning to drift Daniel and me apart. Thank goodness that their plans didn’t work. The next day, we were all at the field and a new game was introduced, which was called the arrow game. I was tired of the dangerous games they kept bringing in and I wasn’t certain that I would make it out of there, alive. “Now, regarding this arrow game, we will shoot the arrows at you all and you must try to avoid the arrows from getting to you because they contain poison. If it should graze your skin, you’ll still drop dead.” The second skeleton explained, looking at every one of us.

Warden. The impact shook the cavern. I moved. I couldn’t fight like them without worrying about Aria’s bond pulling me apart. So I put myself between Elias and the skeletons, white wolf vs. undead army. Teeth, claws, blood. The skeletons didn’t feel pain, but they broke. They shattered under my jaws, under Darius’s claws, under Elias’s sword when he shifted back to use it. Kade was holding the Warden’s attention, tearing at its fused limbs, but the thing was adapting. Every time he ripped something off, red light pulled it back, reformed it stronger.

"Big, scary skeleton. Pick on someone with a warranty." He's twenty years old and he's baiting a thing built out of a hundred dead people’s bones into chasing him, and there's no time to be sick about it because I have to get to Leon. The skeleton goes for Dax. Dax is fast, but this thing is twenty feet tall and his reach is too big to outrun. One of its hands comes through the brush and Dax isn't where it lands. Barely. I'm already sliding into the ravine where Leon's crawling backward with a useless crossbow, a deep gash on his arm and a face caught between panic and disbelief.

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

He was outside an incredible holy place and his cock was rock hard. "You know the acidic and rusting taste of blood in your mouth. Especially when you bite to the bone and get that gristle. That sickening crack just is music to my ears," his Alpha began to speak, as War glared at him wondering why he was talking of such things." Or when you rip the stomach open. All the guts and intestine look like those long-ass Italian sausage. " War killed. A lot. One thing he hated thought was talking about killing. It made him queasy. "And that's how you tame that monster dick of yours. I need a standing ovation."

“Groah!!” “Oraa!!” Roars and screams filled the ears of everyone on the sandy plains followed by clashes of metal and whirling of magic spells. Dust and sand exploded in the air everywhere. Giant rotting moving flesh smashed down with their large clubs. Robed skeletons fired spells. Armoured skeletons clashed with armoured beastmen. Zombies swarmed the soldiers with large numbers and strength. Ryuka was among the brave warriors in the front lines facing this undead army. One by one, the zombies and skeletons were cut down with his greatsword. His mane flowed in the wind as he moved forward while swinging his sword.