Talking Skeleton Novels & Stories

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

By the time I looked closely, I saw a throne and a skeleton dressed in an elegant robe was seated on it. "What the--" It's eyes suddenly glowed green and it's gaze was solely on me. I almost threw the lamp and ran back but I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. I looked down to my legs and I found out rocks had already been molded to them. I stared at those eyes again, they reminded me of Levi. My breaths hung in my throat and my heart pounded like crazy. Something about this skeleton spelt doom! "Aaron Harrington." The Skeleton muttered, my eyes exclaiming in horror. "I've been waiting for you."

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.”

Still, he clutched the phone tightly and said weakly, “Where is my wife’s body? I’ll take her home…” The doctor replied, a hint of guilt in his voice, “I’m sorry. Her body has been cremated and scattered into the sea according to her final wish. She left only one message. She said… she never wants to be the protagonist again.”

"Why is it still coming?" That was three scoops of laxatives; it wasn't something that passed that easily! I gave him a look of pity. "Just keep going. Once you get the drink out of your system, you'll be fine—" "Honey, I'm not expelling the drink anymore. I'm expelling blood…" Zane sat on the toilet bowl, shivering and grunting in pain.

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad. Once I take Grace's place in this family, I'll seize everything they have, and make sure they suffer. Then we'll live happily ever after. Just wait for me." The room fell silent after the video ended. But a few minutes later, the silence was broken by the deafening sound of my father's cries.

The skeleton spoke in a hoarse voice, which indicated that it had not spoken for a very long time. “Are you Xandros Tegan?” James asked once more. He wanted to confirm the skeleton’s identity. “That’s right, I’m Xandros Tegan,” the skeleton spoke. Hearing this, James breathed a sigh of relief and said, “That’s great. In that case, we’ll leave this place at once.” He walked over to Xandros and tried tugging at the chains. However, the moment he made contact with the chains, powerful energy burst forth and sent him flying.

Instead, he said casually, "I'll take back what belongs to me." "There's nothing that belongs to you!" The three experts fiercely attacked. Since they had come out, it was impossible for the skeleton to achieve his goal. As they said, there was nothing that the skeleton was looking for here. "Don't talk so much nonsense with him. Just suppress... no, suppress and kill him!" The human skeleton did not say much to them. He did not come here today to talk nonsense with them. Moreover, whether he could come back or there was nothing here that belonged to him, it was not up to them to decide!

Their faces were brimming with delight. “It’s the God’s Skeleton! Quickly, we need to take it down!” Together with the thunderous roar of that old man, more than a dozen weirdos around them flew toward the God’s Skeleton.

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.