Skeleton Wars Novels & Stories

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

"Required." Reaching the room first, my character slashes at the skeletons as I jab the button with my index finger. My sword is better than Hudson's — I've been playing longer than his thirty minutes — and it only takes one or two strikes for me to take each skeleton. On the couch beside me, he's tense as it takes more effort to kill his attackers and Hudson sustains additional damage. "Ahhhh," he yells, leaning to the edge of the couch. I laugh, using my sword to break apart the machine spawing skeletons. "See, screaming is definitely required."

#Skylar P. O. V I open my eyes and look around the room, I try to move but strong arms prevent me from doing so After minutes of struggling I finally manage to get out of Adrians grip , he was still sleeping ,, i stood up which turns out to be a bad idea as a sharp pain hits my privates I waddle my way into the shower and turn on the warm water I close my eyes relishing in the water as it relaxes all my sore muscles. I hear the sound of the bathroom door open but didn't make a move to look at who it is

I brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to lower it. “Which one should I start with?” I said, gliding it along the skeleton’s ribs. “Your arm? Or maybe I should go big and start with a leg.” The skeleton squirmed beneath me, but I was far stronger. Skeletons were the lowest form of the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampire -- although, some would argue that vampires were more cursed than blessed.

All heads turned as they walked in. “As you just saw, they easily dispatched the small army that attacked us with ease.” Orion spoke with ease, calming the crowd. On the screen behind him, there was satellite coverage of the building outside. The withering bodies of falling Slendermen were still visible. “And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Worse things than this exist.”

Declan looked hurt by my words. “Speaking of why I’m back so soon, what the hell? First the creepy guy in the street, then I come home to a trashed house, my best friend went home, my parents tell me that I’ve been gone for three days!” I ranted. I was probably red in the face. By the end of my rant, Talia had a worried look on her face, and Declan looked angry. “Okay, you may want to have a seat, there’s a lot to unpack here.” Talia motioned for me to follow her down the stairs, into the garden. “Why are we going down here to talk?” I asked Talia, still being suspicious. “We need to have this conversation in private.” Declan said, coming up from behind us. I stood there, breathless in awe o

If Holly had any questions on why no one tried to stop her, it was all explained when she reached the outside of the building. Skeletons, more than she could ever count, swarmed over it. They climbed through the windows, they beat down the doors, they clawed through the wall until their bones chipped away. As she walked through, they let her pass. There were so many of the skeletal warriors that Holly couldn't even begin to see the others through it. Her eyes roamed to the upper floors. Would Quix be okay by himself? Would Eros?