Wither Skeleton นิยาย & เรื่องราว

--- The creatures are not alive. Skeletons clad in sand-armor, their ribcages cradling pulsing violet fungi. They move in silence, scimitars of bone gleaming under the twin suns. Eden's crows dive, but the sand-armor dissolves them, acidic grains eating through feathers and flesh. "Run!" I snarl, but the city answers.

Skeleton Saint became an SS-Rank. The Skeleton Ninja and the Skeleton Rogue were the most interesting ones as well, they were two skeletons that specialized in fast attacks and agility, something often not seen in such Undead creatures. The Skeleton Ninja evolved into a Skeleton Shadow Ninja, and then into a Skeleton Shadow Moon Ninja… gaining shadow-like abilities. The Skeleton Rogue evolved into a Skeleton Assassin, and then into a Crimson Skeleton Assassin, gaining several crimson-red robes and a powerful dagger coated in crimson-red metallic materials, it was interesting. Both of them ended at SS-Rank.

I asked my partner when we were already approaching the broken camp. The hunter suddenly coughed stifledly and lightly nudged me with his elbow, forcing me to look in the direction of the forest. Here is darkness! Something large and luminous was slowly approaching the camp from the edge. A cold ghostly light, clearly visible at dusk, came from ... a skeleton! A dragon skeleton, which was walking very quickly in our direction, shaking its bone wings with the remnants of dried flesh. Eitin, utterly pleased, walked beside the dead. Fiona followed them, her eyes shining with joy.

"Meng Tianya, no matter how powerful he is, as long as he didn't die, I will kill him myself sooner or later! I will give you justice!" "Swoosh!" He seemed to have heard a sentence from Zephyr Khan. The skeleton, which had not decayed for countless years, was finished by Zephyr Khan. It began to shake gently. Then, cracks began to appear on the bones. In a flash, they turned into ashes and completely disappeared.

Looking at the place where I had died in my previous life, I shook my head silently. In my heart, I answered, “Mom, there won’t be a second chance. In my last life, you almost killed me. “Our mother-daughter bond ended there. I once longed for your love and trust, but now I don’t need it. Your belated love belongs to a past I’ve already let go…” Ethan, crushed by the blow, developed depression and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. Afterward, I cut all ties with the rest of my family.

Suddenly the wind kicked up, hard and fast, tearing through the hollow like a scream. Nova jerked back. "We need to go." Atlas hesitated. "We haven’t seen what—" "We seen enough!" Wren shouted over the wind. A shape shifted behind the tree. Not human. Not animal. Just... wrong. They ran. Feet slipping in the mud, branches lashing at their arms, breath burning. They didn’t stop until the air turned light again, the shadowline behind them. Back at the Bone House, they collapsed in a heap. No one spoke for a long while.

"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.

However, he would occasionally be jolted back to reality, realizing that I had died a long time ago due to his indifference. A year after my death, Elton used a broken piece of the ceramic kitten figurine to make a deep cut on his wrist. That day, a patient lost his life in the psychiatric hospital. And just like that, Elton faded from memory, forgotten by all.

Somehow, his chest suddenly felt so tight he could hardly breathe. As that sense of foreboding grew stronger, he drove straight to the apartment. Upon entering, Nelson froze. The glass vases that used to be filled with fresh flowers stood empty in the living room. The decorative pieces on the tea set had been cleaned away, and the wall where Sarah used to put their photos was completely bare.

Yeah, her ribs were definitely broken. I slipped out the small knife I had taken with me and threw it to my right. I heard a loud screech and a skeleton appeared through the dust. I hid Beatrice behind me. My eyes went to the knife lodged in between the ribs of the skeleton. How the hell do you kill these things? "What are they?" "Undead," Beatrice winced out. She was straining but not as much as before. She was already healing. "Undead! I thought they were just myths!" I yelled as I frantically searched my mind for my Alpha's teachings. Undead, created from ancient dark magic. They were already dead. There was no way to kill them. We could only slow them down.