Skeletor Quotes Novels & Stories

"No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down." "A Gashadokuro." He pronounces it like a fine vintage. "The starved dead, gathered up and walking. Rare, noisy, and Japanese, which is the interesting part, Miss Sweeney, because we are a very long way from Japan and they’re not known for traveling." His finger taps the bar counter, filing something of his own that I’m sure he has no intention of sharing with the class. As long as it keeps Leon out of trouble I don’t care.

My eyes burned from the brightness as I sat up. "Dude, what the fuck?" I barked. "You're not going to believe this," Smokey choked out between his heavy breaths. "Gearhead is back... and he has a Skeletor." My ears perked as I jumped out of bed with excitement. "What do you mean he has a Skeletor?"

Then that means Skeletor would be my uncle. No this is not happening I don't believe her. If she thinks she is going to fill me up with some more fantastical lies and I'm going to believe her then... "Zel say something," Klara says bringing me out of my thoughts. "So that... that means you the goddess of light then," I laugh maniacally as the words barely leave my mouth as my brain struggles to form a coherent sentence. "No, I'm not."I stop laughing immediately. If she's not then how...

“Old man, there's no need to get so worked up. Don’t worry. I’ll send you to the underworld soon enough.” In the blood-red space, Adrian unleashed a punch that shattered everything in its path. A blinding flash of crimson light erupted as his strike hit the old man's skeletal frame. His bones trembled, and with a loud crack, a small fragment broke off. Though it was just a tiny piece, the old man’s soul flame flickered as if that skeletal frame was his most prized possession. Adrian smirked. “So, this skeleton isn’t just a puppet. It’s your real body, isn’t it? If I crush it, I doubt you’ll last much longer, old man.”

Both of them ended at SS-Rank. "Interesting, these skeletons had become incredibly tasty-looking…" said Chaos. The Skeletons felt an instinctual fear as they saw their master saying such words… "Don't worry, you're allies and not food, it is different," said Chaos, petting the trembling skeletons as they calmed down a bit… However, the sight of a young man petting cracking trembling skeletons was something that those watching would leave imprinted into their memories.

So, Long Chen quickly slammed the monster hard onto the ground, producing a loud thud. BOOOOOOMMMM SWISSSHHHHH "No wonder no one survives if they come down to this place! Just this corrosion alone can instantly turn a Beast or even a demon into a skeleton!" Long Chen said, looking at his hands, which had been corroded and were slowly starting to crumble. GRRRRRRRRR

The hotel erupted in cheers, with Skeleton Hall's crew strutting around like they owned the place. Alexander, done with his meal, stood up, ready to head to his room for some downtime. Those squabbles were not his cup of tea. "Hey, you two, freeze," barked Skeleton, not one to let things slide so easily. "Oh? Are you talking to me?" Alexander turned, feigning surprise at the man's approach. "Cut the crap!" Skeleton snapped, approaching with his still bloody knife and a sneer. "My memory's a bit fuzzy. Don't recall what you said earlier. Mind repeating it?"

The toughness of these bones was beyond Philip's imagination. He was solemn as he stared at the skeletons carefully. The newly assembled skeletons were obviously different. The eyes of the skeletons glowed green like spooky will-o'-the-wisp. The bone swords that appeared were also sharper and glowed with an eerie green luster. They could not destroy these skeletons again or they might turn into something else when they were put together again. Philip was very grave as he quickly told everyone about this discovery. “Don’t destroy this batch of skeletons again or their strength will double the next time, and ordinary people will be no match for them!”

"Batteries drain. And your son... he is heavy." The red eyes of the Skeleton gleamed in the dark. "He thinks he is a statue. But every statue has a crack, Warden. A hairline fracture." "He's solid," I said. "He's star-metal." "He is a boy," the Skeleton laughed. "Hiding inside a suit of armor. And it must be so lonely in there." The creature stepped back, fading into the deep tunnels. "I will wait. Time is on my side. Rot is patient. Eventually... the metal will rust."

“Thank you!” ‘Did we miss something?’ Odeus asked, comprehending the situation. ‘Yeah, a lot of fun,’ I said. ‘And one of her wins. Even though it’s small, I still count it as a win.’ I was having an ick from my icks now. “Choose the skeleton you want, lady,” Skully said, walking behind the counter made of stacked up bones. Xanthea looked around fearlessly. A few of the skeletons cracked some lame bone jokes that had her laughing and giggling like a child. She looked a lot more comfortable around those skeletons than she was around us.