Skeletor Quotes Novels & Stories

He heard a voice; "I will possess you. I need a body now." With all the power and might Nick could muster, he managed to struggle free from the hands of the skeleton and ran. The skeleton chased after him. Nick turned back and noticed there was something dark inside the skeletal creature-- a dark spirit! That was what spoke! And there is no flaming bloody way he would allow it possess him. NO WAY! With that little chant in his mind, Nick ran but bumped into the skeletal cteature again. SHIT! Why is karma such a sucker?

And when I looked into his red eyes, I knew instantly who it was. “Dark Lord…” “No,” he said, “That is not my title anymore.” I could be wrong, but I saw him smiling sadly. After all, how could a skeleton smile or give any expression whatsoever? Expression comes from muscles, and skeletons do not have muscles. They are just bones. “Are you here to pick me up?” I asked. My voice trembled slightly. I was still not ready to go. My eyes flared up in heat as well. But the skeleton man shook his head. “That is not my job anymore,” he said, “It used to be when I was the Dark Lord, but one of your boyfriends has cost me that job.”

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.

“Mr. Rockefeller, we beg of you, please save our master. I’m willing to do anything you ask of me!” “Me too, me too!” Alex’s eyes sank. “First of all, tell me what happened?” A female disciple terrifyingly said, “Skeletons, there were a lot of skeletons!”

Weapons emerged from the pool of blood, and finally, the skeletons wobbled before Chase, numbering more than a dozen. Chase leaped onto one of the skeletons' shoulders. The skeleton crumbled to dust under his weight. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of energy swept over the skeletons, reducing them all to ash. Chase turned his gaze back to the woman behind the tent. She was now giggling silently while covering her mouth. Smiling, he wondered aloud, "Are there any real monsters or ghosts around here?" The woman's movements were stiff as she slowly raised an arm and pointed to herself.

(Great Exodus)] [Skeletor obtained +20 Abyssal force! "This is not happening again...What doesn't kill me makes me stronger, doesn't it?" He smiled but frowned again as Skeletor let the eggs carefully beside Earl and Upton. "Don't disappoint me, Skull tribe."

"I hate it the most when people say I'm arrogant. Nevertheless, there will always be people who say that to me.” "Wait till our leader comes. You will regret what you’ve done. I swear that I'll make you regret it!" once again, the Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman barked. "I, Lucas York, will never feel remorse," said Lucas. The Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman was exasperated yet astonished to hear that. No words were needed to describe just how terrifying Lucas was. Not to mention, there were three Rank 9 Zombies in his Apocalyptic Legion as well!

We all started to relax when we think that he must be right and we are just being over cautious. Frix chortled, “Relax guys maybe we just need to remember where the path is going—” But Frix’s next words were cut when something went flying behind him and we all screamed when we found out it was a skeleton! A human skeleton wearing armor and holding a huge sword!”

“Are those real skeletons in those things?” I nodded, “Yes, but you can relax about who died to donate them, you can order them from medical facilities all over the world. Whoever they were, they’ve been long since dead and probably died from benign mundane things like heart attacks or cancer or something years ago.” “Where are their legs?” She walked up to one examining its macabre structure. I shrugged, “I dunno, must be why I got them all half off.” She groaned like I’d just punched her in the gut and turned to look at me with a grimace, “Really? That was a horrible joke.”

Samael's eyes burned red. He remembered my attacker, though now, I wasn't sure which demon to be afraid of. “She is not for experimentation,” he snapped Chuckles cocked his head in annoyance. “We're men of poison,” he said drily, his eight legs stabbing the floor. “What is a mortal to you?” “Selfish, Chuckles.”