Wither Skeleton นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to lower it. “Which one should I start with?” I said, gliding it along the skeleton’s ribs. “Your arm? Or maybe I should go big and start with a leg.” The skeleton squirmed beneath me, but I was far stronger. Skeletons were the lowest form of the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampire -- although, some would argue that vampires were more cursed than blessed.

Veronica had even introduced me to them on the battlefield where they were punished by the elders. But as I watched, the features of his face slowly melted away, revealing the bare skull underneath. He had finally become a complete skeleton. He was truly dead—no soul remained. In this world of the undead, only Klaus, Veronica, and Carlos had retained their human forms. Why were some people skeletons while others were not? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I felt an urgent need to test my theory. I pulled the crystal ball from the white silk knot at the back of my waist. Holding it up to the bleeding skeleton on the ground, I noticed one of the black spots inside the crystal tremble slightly

My father, trembling with anger and sorrow, asked if the school's security footage near the warehouse could be pulled up. The footage showed me, struggling to stay on my feet, barely dragging myself as I made my way back. But before I could even reach the door, I collapsed hard on the ground, blood pouring from my body. Meanwhile, just a short distance away, Yolana was happily walking hand-in-hand with my father, who was sending her off to school with a smile. If only he had noticed, if only he had looked closer—maybe he could've seen me. The footage continued to the day of my death. They saw Yolana open my door and, without a second thought, throw my lifeless body next to a trash bin.

The dismembered skeletons healed instantly and became stronger. After they returned to normal, they attacked Philip and the others with everything they had. Philip dared not drop his guard and quickly brandished his weapon. He did not know if the resurrected skeletons had become stronger. “These bones should be cooked in broth,” Philip frowned as he muttered under his breath. The force of these skeletons had exceeded 10,000 kilograms. Philip thought he could buy some time by dismembering the skeletons. He thought that they could leave this place as long as they passed the test duration. However, the skeletons grew stronger yet again, which was strange.

The city, once teetering on the brink of annihilation, could be transformed into an impregnable fortress, a sanctuary for its people. The next day, the battlefield wore a new, chilling aspect. The monstrous corpses, stripped of their flesh by the relentless scavengers of the night, lay scattered like bleached bones across the ravaged landscape. Each skeleton, a testament to the ferocity of the battle, was a monumental task to move. It took the combined strength of two men to lift a single ribcage, and thousands of these skeletal giants had to be hauled and transported to the warehouse of the Merchant Association.

Rotten and broken. “ Sick, this is totally sick,” Thalia shook her head as she turned her head and tried to make a distance between her mother’s skeleton and almost gagged. Whoever did this has to be really sick in their head, the skeleton wasn’t peppered with dust, oh no, it was clean like someone took care of it every day and Thalia couldn’t see why any sane person would like to dig a dead body out of the grave and then take care of it like it was their lover who came out of the dead.

Therefore, his skeleton would be divided into two. Both Tyr and the man in white felt that each half of the skeleton kept trying to squeeze into their bodies, and it was getting tighter and tighter as if it was going to burrow into their bodies. Meanwhile, the surface of the pile of bones started to project a white aura that kept trying to merge into the bodies of the two. Arghhhhh!!! Inside the cave, the constant whimpers from Tyr and the man in white could be heard. They looked rather in pain as if they were about to explode.

Then Ding Hao noticed that the hand bones on the cyan-gray skeleton moved slightly. Then, something strange happened. The cyan-gray skeleton suddenly seemed to have melted. Every part of the skeleton began to glow with cyan light. The metal bones covered with rust wriggled like small milk cakes under the sun. Finally, they completely liquefied. The cyan liquid kept surging to the center.

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.

“I am what he became. What the Oath carved from him. What he carved from himself.” It stepped closer, bones clicking. “I am the memory of him you carry.” Lyra’s throat tightened. “Why show me this? Why him?” “Because bone is truth.” The skull leaned forward. “Blood lies. Flesh bends. Only bone remembers.” Lyra took a shaky breath. “And what does it remember about me?” The skeleton lifted a hand, each joint turning with delicate menace. “Everything.” *** The world erupted. The skeleton lunged faster than thought. Lyra dodged instinctively, rolling across the bone floor as shards of ribcage cracked where she’d been standing. The creature struck again, and again—each swing heavy with the force