Talking Skeleton Novels & Stories

The skeleton slowly stood up and looked at James with empty eyes. The eerie scene made James’ skin crawl. As James unconsciously staggered backward, he looked at the skeleton cautiously and asked, “A-Are you Xandros Tegan?” “After waiting for countless years, at long last, a human has arrived.”

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.

I extend my arm to one of them and talk to it kindly for I'm not in an advantageous position to fight. "Hey," my voice is failing, "can you understand me?" This skeleton werewolf rubs its skull to my extended palm. That leads me to a false assumption. "Have you seen a woman here recently?" I asked. My arm was stretched forth helplessly when this creature betrayed me! Its fangs pierce into my arms and it's pulling me closer with its paws. The rest of the skeletons attack aggressively like huddling with a single prey.

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.

the third skeleton replied impassively. "Do you see that man? He came here as a teenager, around sixteen, and he's never been able to fulfill any of our desires," the first skeleton whispered to me. "It's likely that the person he came for has moved on. Some sacrifices aren't worth making," the second skeleton added, sighing. "Now, my desire is for you to bring me a child's tears. Just a single teardrop," the first skeleton instructed, an undertone of excitement in its voice.

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.