Wither Skeleton Novels & Stories

Soon the sound of Elizabeth screaming was heard, an undead missing an arm was holding her and its putrid discomposed bones were trying to bite her neck off. Alan who was closest to her pushed the skeleton off her with all his might and strength, Thomas rushed to his side to help him. The corpse was on the floor but it managed to hold an axe that was left unattended and it started swinging at them and they could only try to avoid the hit. The skeleton was relentless and quick. Thomas and Elizabeth were all looking for a weapon to fight it back, but thanks to the mist that was an impossible task. Alan on the other hand waited for an opening, just one chance to take this thing out, one precise

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

They moved like ghosts toward the blighted plain. The air became thick and smelled sour. The ground was soft and full of dead things. The tower looked like a skeletal finger scratching the sky. They could see many figures moving at its base. Then they saw the bone yard. It was a wasteland of white bone. Great ribs stuck out of the earth like a ruined church. The dragon’s skeleton had been broken apart for pieces. In the center, a few large bones remained, including a massive leg bone and part of a skull. This was where Silas gathered his power.

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

Warden. The impact shook the cavern. I moved. I couldn’t fight like them without worrying about Aria’s bond pulling me apart. So I put myself between Elias and the skeletons, white wolf vs. undead army. Teeth, claws, blood. The skeletons didn’t feel pain, but they broke. They shattered under my jaws, under Darius’s claws, under Elias’s sword when he shifted back to use it. Kade was holding the Warden’s attention, tearing at its fused limbs, but the thing was adapting. Every time he ripped something off, red light pulled it back, reformed it stronger.

Whether they like it or not, they were made to be sacrificed. The same goes for the winged skeletons. They are really useful when it comes to Teleportation. Nevertheless, they cannot be used for combat, instead, they are the bridge to success. Yes, their bones are for making bridges. THE HELLISH BRIDGE. The nymph's resin extracted out of their bodies is used for sticking together bones. Dead winged skeleton bones are used and in case there are no deceased skeletons in the fight, they kill themselves or either sacrifice. The stermons leader starts the ritual also called as

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.

On college decision day, everyone at Westcreek High was talking about valedictorian Shawn Jamison. The hopeless romantic had turned down Velmont University for a less prestigious college that offered a huge scholarship! The school administrators were so furious that they immediately tore down the poster celebrating Shawn as the school's top student. Shawn didn't care. He was busy working part-time at a local club, hauling cases of beer. Once he finished his shift that night, his wages and scholarship money would be enough to cover college tuition for him and his girlfriend, Jenna Sharp. A moment later, several familiar voices came from behind him. They sounded like Jenna's closest friend

More astonishingly, the skeleton possessed the strength of a half-immortal. This skeleton was Wendigo, the former ruler of the fierce beasts. After its death, it had been molded into a puppet by the Ancestora, who imbued the soul within the skeletal frame. Hidden in the black mist, Wendigo eyed Severin with intrigue. "You're new," he remarked, "but you're as good as dead when you arrived here. I shall be happy to take your life!" With a sneer, the black mist around Wendigo surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing relentlessly towards Severin and his companions. The black mist was so powerful that it brought about a collapse in space and the emergence of magma from the earth wherever it pas

"For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their teeth." The creature stood up. It was tall, impossibly thin. Its bones clicked like dice in a cup. "But hunger is creative, Warden. If you cannot eat the nut... you eat the soil around it." The Skeleton walked to the ventilation shaft. He sniffed the air drifting down from D.C. "The boy is safe. But his garden..." The Skeleton smiled. His teeth were needles. "The garden is soft." He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red.