Susanoo Skeleton Novels & Stories

Jane found her gift beautiful and heart-warming, in comparison to Ruth's gift. "You...! Aino Scott! Our friendship is over! You...what on earth is this thing you are giving me?" "It's a skeleton dummy," Aino presented smugly. "There's a button on the skeleton's head, pretty Aunt Ruth. If you press on it, the dummy will change into different colors." Ruth stared at her present, speechless.

he told her. “That’s all right.” Nya was shivering so much, her words were difficult to distinguish, even to her own ear. “Just show me your pile of bones or whatever it is you wanted me to see so that I can go home.” He made that face at her again, the one he made when he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slate shook his head, and then stepped a bit closer to the mountain. “You’ll have to come through here.” It was a small hole near the ground, not much more than one meter by one meter in diameter. “Go in there?” she asked. “Are you crazy? Is this how you trick people into becoming your dinner?”

“Like you said Reine, there are plenty of other women out here who will accept one million to be my pretend fiancée, and I’m sure it won’t be much of a hardship for them. So—” “Wait,” Reine interrupted quietly. I raised a brow at her. “Are you going to give me all the money at once?” I narrowed my eyes a little. She sounded a little desperate and it made me wonder just what exactly she needed the money for. Was she addicted to something, and had she gone overboard on that addiction and put herself into debt? Maybe she was not quite as innocent as I thought. “We’ll sign a contract, and I’ll release some part of the money monthly until our six months are up,” I explained.

Just by approaching it, one could feel a kind of soul trembling! On such a mountain peak, a skeleton with half of its body growing flesh and blood sat on a bronze throne. The skeleton's breath was so deep that it looked like a bottomless black hole. There was no end to it. With every breath and breath, the Great Tao was broken and the heavens sank. It was too horrible and invincible! In front of the skeleton, a cyan flame was burning. All kinds of bronze armor were burning in the flame, and there was a very special aura surging on it.

I bagged the soils and put it inside my inventory, then we continue to traverse calmly through the dead forest. ".….multiple Undeads, 30 meter north…". (Sasu) The Ninja beavers who has been acting as our scouts the whole time finally perk up. He holds his fist in the air signaling for us to stop and with his nose twitching a few times he correctly deduces the upcoming enemies. True to his deduction, as we slowly creeping on the spot where Sasu pointed, there are 5 humanoid skeletons walking slowly towards where we are. From the looks of it, the skeletons with blueish flames in its skull just wondering aimlessly without any order, all three of us just stare at the skeleton and all of us thoug

So while she waited for her energy to recover, Hana planned to take a walk around the cellar for a while to see if she found anything new. Under the floor were sprawled corpses of insects. Suddenly the sound of something cracking in her ears rang, and Hana bent down to light her feet. She reached for the bone that had just been trampled in half by herself, watched for a moment, and then dropped it. It was a decomposed human skeleton, Hana raised Worn to get a better view, and the sight before her made her cringe. Human skeletons of all sizes and sizes were piled up everywhere. Up there, where the light hadn't yet reached, Hana could still dimly see the white glow of her bones.

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

"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.

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

Those pale, clouded accents weren't stones. They were bone. The vanguards watched in paralyzed revulsion as the projections slowed, showing the gruesome methodology of a High Councilor. They saw the spectral children shrieking in excruciating pain as Vane, with the steady hands of a jeweler, harvested their magic and their very skeletons while their hearts were still beating.