Wither Skeleton Novels & Stories

He led me about ten feet to the left of the path, pushing aside a thick, snow-laden bush. The stench hit me first the cloying, sweet smell of decay, masked by the cold but unmistakable. Lying in a shallow hollow was a skeleton, clad in the rotted remnants of what looked like leather armor. It was curled in on itself, its spine arched unnaturally. Embedded in its ribcage and the frozen earth beneath it were dozens of long, sharpened wooden stakes that had clearly shot out from the side of the path. A cold dread, entirely different from the chill of the mountain, seeped into my bones.

It was far worse because eternal life came with eternal sufferings. Xanthea gulped hard. Her grip tightening around the pouch filled with gold coins to make the payment because skeletons didn’t have a bank account, so they traded only in gold. Mostly, when an immortal turned into a living skeleton, they lost their previous identities, powers. Except for life running in their bones, they were left with nothing, not even enough strength to protect themselves. So they were captured and sold for medicinal purposes, mostly. They were also used for festive decorations; sometimes they had a rope tied around their cervical bones and hung them on their porch.

The air in the Valley of the Unborn didn't just carry the scent of death; it was composed of it. Every step we took into the concentric circles of ancient wolf skeletons produced a sound like dry parchment tearing. The bones were bleached a brilliant, unnatural white, contrasting sharply with the grey salt-dust that swirled around our ankles like a ground-level fog. These were not the remains of a single battle or a localized plague. These were the discarded skeletons of the First Alpha’s own pack—those who had been deemed "imperfect" when he sought to refine the shifter soul into a weapon of pure light.

I'd rather take this to my grave than have Collin know. I'm a tainted victim. My kisses are worthless. My touches are defiled. I am no longer human. I am murdered by the damned. I am a ghost. A ghost that walks through walls unnoticed. Ghosts are there but can't be hurt by the forces of this world. Forget eating, forget therapy, forget Italy, forget Collin... Forget...forget...forget...

Eventually, a faint light appeared before them, and Andrius looked over to see a human skeleton. As they closed in on it, Andrius could tell that the skeleton was badly damaged, but the main bones were still intact and emitting a faint light. Perhaps it was because they were getting closer, but Andrius could even feel a faint oppressive force constantly emanating from the skeleton. That pressure was even stronger than when he first encountered the Whirlwind Panther. “This is…” Inside the ring, Cedric was also stunned. “It’s a being from the Divine Realm. I wonder why they died here.”

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.

The sockets emit a faint light in them as the expressionless face of the skeleton stared straight into her eyes. Hellion sighed in helplessness. Looks like, she’ll die in a skeleton’s hand. Truly pitiful. Her body couldn’t move and everything felt numb. The cold started to chap her lips as the cold surface gradually seeps into her back making her tremble slightly. She wanted to laugh and cry as the thought of dying because of the cold or getting killed by a skeleton felt so funny. Was her life going to end here? In a cold desolate place with a pile of skeletons to accompany her. Hellion suddenly wrinkled her brows, didn’t she saw a person earlier? Where did she go?

"Omar said he left orange ribbons tied to trees that led in the direction of the cabin. We just need to find them." For now it seemed the tension from earlier was forgotten and the girls worked together again, spreading out along the track to hunt down the little breadcrumbs their helper had left for them. They needed to move quickly as well, even as werewolves they would eventually start succumbing to the stresses of the freezing cold air and they were already starting to tire from their arduous trek through the Wyoming wilderness. Being low-born shifters, they weren't blessed with wolven forms so couldn't rely on a thick pelt to protect them.

" With such a reward, there would definitely be more volunteers! Fifteen million was too attractive to regular people! Shawn only had that way to increase the likelihood of saving Gale! The housekeeper answered, "Yes." Yet, everyone knew that the best time to save Gale had passed. After a whole night of not finding Gale, they would only find a corpse, even if they were lucky enough to find her. After being in the sea for too long, the corpse would deform and swell. There was no way to recognize the corpse. How could Shawn accept Gale looking like that?!

At this moment, as if they had seen something horrible, the corpses that surrounded him froze on the spot and then hurriedly retreated. Their panicked look was beyond words. "This is... advancement..." An unclear sentence came out of the human-shaped skeleton's mouth. He raised his hand to pull up the long spear inserted in the ground. With a kick of his leg bone, he suddenly turned into a white light and rushed out. The spear struck down like lightning. A fleeing corpse was nailed to the ground and exploded. The spear swept again. The two corpses in the distance exploded into mud. The rest of the corpses could not escape too far before they were destroyed by the human-shaped skeleton and tu