Talking Skeleton Novels & Stories

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.

I stated. "That's because I don't have one," the voice joked, then in the far end of the corner, a figure appeared. It was covered in a dark trench coat. It also sported a black top hat. It strode closer to us, tapping its cane on the ground. The sound its bare feet made was like bone hitting asphalt. A shaft of moonlight hits the figure reflecting only a yellowed white colour off the surface of its face. It was a skeleton, just as tall as the ones seen in any Biology room but this one moved as smoothly as a well-conditioned athlete. Its head swivelled as it surveyed the scene with its coal-black sockets.

"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.

I couldn’t see his face, not that it would make a difference since he had no face, but I wondered if my question made him sad. “I’m not much of anything,” he said. “Just a guy who fucked up and was cursed to live for all eternity. But not in a cool, sexy way, like a vampire. Just cursed to slowly rot and erode. Eventually I’ll just be dust, when these bones start to disintegrate in millions of years.” “That sounds… lonely,” I said. I couldn’t explain it, but I was starting to feel genuinely bad for this strange talking skeleton. He shrugged. “You get used to it. That’s why I decided to hang out in that anatomy lab. I like seeing all of the students come and go

Yzack threw his arm into my shoulder. "This will going to be boring." He said. I laughed. "For sure, man." I nudged him. We went to the gymnasium. She started to discuss various types of dance. "Go to your partner, class." I saw Horizon, she was wearing a P.E. uniform. She has a slender body, and it was emphasized more in her shirt and shorts. She was with her friend. We exchanged a glance. I snorted as she rolled her eyes. I walked in her direction, but someone blocked my way.

It was as if no one was qualified to look at this skeleton. However, as Raider approached the skeleton and looked at it, it seemed to feel his presence and grew a little brighter. The skull in the center shone more than the rest, as if something was inside of it. Suddenly, as Raider arrived in front of the corpse, a body of light burst out from the skull and circled around Raider and the bones. Raider felt like this blob of light could easily take his life if it wanted to. Slowly, the light came to hover above the skeleton and change shape.

Just by speaking, the skull general could control his body and even time with ease, something that couldn't be achieved by just anyone. "Me? Perhaps you already know who I am by looking at the book in front of me." Suddenly, the skeleton general, who had been hunched over, glowed and his old face became younger. A figure with a white beard and gray hair appeared before the eyes of the left general and the bull.

The first words that went out from Adam’s mouth were, "What? Why him?" He said, considering calling the police as a better option. "Just call him! You think the police can handle an undead creature?!" Ricky scowled, as if reading his mind and disagree with it. He also tried throwing his backpack towards the skeleton to see if it would did any damage to that undead. His blow shattered the whole abdomen of the skeleton, along with it's body armor that it's wearing. However, it took it no time at all to regenerate back into normal.

Alpha Paenoe replied, his voice holding nothing but respect. "You did not know who you are child?" One of the skeletons, don't know which one though, asked me. "Uhh no...your Holiness? I just thought I was a normal werewolf until now which turns out isn't true apparently" I said unsure of what to say to these...skeletons who can speak without opening their mouths and have eyes. "Why does this child speak in such a strange manner?" One of the skeletons asked. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying the only thing weird here were the speaking skeletons and not me.

What I was seeing in the flash images was obviously not what I remembered because the people and places I saw in my thoughts were all different. The movement of the skeleton causes me to stop. Even though I intended to move backward, the older man was stronger for no apparent reason. "Growl." I was astounded to see the skeleton gradually having muscles and the body slowly forming back into human form. I was shocked to find that I was unable to speak or act. What the hell is that, a skeleton? What the heck is going on? I have never seen anything like this before. What the hell is going on, God? Why does a skeleton seem to be slowly coming back to life?