Skeletron Prime Novels & Stories

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

And I can’t make it any better… I can never heal anyone again without dying. I hear sniffs and snorts outside and I hold my breath, gathering every bit of strength I have, “Cassandra,” I whisper. “We can do this.” My body starts glowing white as I feel heat. I walk to the outside of the cave, my bones breaking as Cassandra takes over. The pain isn’t like it was before and now that I have met her, I feel at even more peace than I did the first time. I hear growling and I open my eyes. Three of Jackson’s warriors are waiting, but something tells me I do not need to be afraid. Something tells me that I am more powerful than I ever imagined… And they are about to find out you don’t mess with thi

After much deliberation, this boar monster were chosen due to it's large build and also it's thick hide and meat, it would be able to provide them with a protective layer in case the undead skeleton decided to break the patterns. "Both of you silence…the undead skeleton is here..be alert..from now on, there's no light , no movement and no speak…". "..". (Alehandro & Sasu) Upon hearing my serious tone, both of them immediately shut up and stopped their banter, they only replies with a light tap on their communication line as a sign of agreement and acknowledgements.

*Say yes. I step back. "You're a child." **"I'm a god,"** she smiles. **"And you're my first apostle."** --- **The Offering** Nexa isn't alone. The spire's underbelly teems with hybrids-part flesh, part Arbor Prime tech. They drag in survivors from the wastes, their eyes vacant, veins gold. Ravel recognizes one: **Jerek**, a boy who'd shared his rations days ago. "What did you do to him?" she snarls.

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?"

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

The bone-white claw didn’t just grab my arm; it calculated the density of my stone marrow and found it wanting. I stood paralyzed in the center of the collapsing Mirror of Ash, the silver-gray mist of the Second Prime’s defeat still swirling around my tactical boots like frozen smoke. The air in the void suddenly turned heavy—not with pressure, but with the cloying, metallic scent of a fresh kill and the raw, damp smell of earth that has never seen the sun. The Third Prime wasn't a shadow or a virus. It was the physical hunger of five centuries, manifested in a limb of vitrified bone.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

I’m starving. I walk into the house and see Jemisha celebrating something with Dad and Regina. I pass through the room, and Jemisha calls out. “Sister! I’m so excited! Did I forget to tell you that I am part of that new reality TV show? The one about claiming a worthy Luna? Just like our past life. She joined, and then she had that snake put on the mountain to destroy me. “What a coincidence. So am I,” I said calmly, waiting for Regina to react. Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee.

It disgusted Aeon to no end. Aeon let out a small breath to steady herself as she lined each pistol up with the small gap between the metal on the heads of each Tech K9. It's a small spot on the temples of any Tech K9 breed. The only other vulnerable spots on the Tech K9s were their eyes as those were still organic, but they were covered by visors. The Scouts head ducked down, but the Hunter kept his head up. The opertunity to take both out at the same time left, however, Aeon decided to take the shot anyway. The Hunter is large and easily was the more dangerous one. She fired one shot into its skull, watching as it whent dropped like a stone, blood pooling around its head.