Battle Of The Bones Novels & Stories

The city hummed, alive but blind to the battle building beneath its streets. In three nights, the Bone Crows would strike. And this time — the war would bleed directly into their home.

Eyeless sockets stared eerily as they marched closer. Callie knew about them. They were part of Mammon’s army of the dead. They used to be men that made deals with him to win wars and now served him for eternity as payment. All three of them had crowns on their helmets signifying they were all once kings. Nadia didn’t hesitate and started throwing energy blast at one of the skeleton soldiers. Nicholas fought one off with his axe and with Bishop. Matthias joined the fight and made the earth rumble, causing the last skeleton to fall. Aubrey threw a potion at the fallen skeleton and whatever it was started eating through its armor and bones.

"I'll toss this grubby little trinket in there for you. Think of it as your future Luna taking out the trash." "As for tonight—" She crouched, bringing her face level with mine. "You stay right here. On your knees. You don't move until I say so." She straightened, turned, and walked out. Her attendants fell in behind her without a word. I stayed on my knees. The stone floor was so cold it burned. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. The next morning, I ran. The Valley of Bones was a deep gorge carved into the far side of the mountain. The rock walls on both sides were streaked and stained—old blood, dried black. The air down there felt thick, stagnant, like the valley itself was holdi

Once there was a big battle here, all the soldiers fell, but their battle remained unfinished. - And what? - And then. Now they want to fight the living. - Why did it happen? – Our mutual friend from Bitra did his best. While you were choosing outfits here, I drove the army of backbones back underground. Not for long. - Without us? Vic was outraged. “And an entire army?” And by the way, I have never seen skeletons come to life! - Would you like to see it? I can leave you instead of Tink,” suggested Yarsi.

As Hugh's unconscious body slumped against the ground, his spell shattered like glass. The skeletal warriors crumbled where they stood, their bones turning to fine ash that scattered into the wind, disappearing without a trace, leaving behind only the mangled remains of those who had perished in the battle. Torn limbs, shattered weapons, and pools of blood were the only evidence that the battle had ever happened. Prince Ludiciel sighed in relief and dispelled his illusion. He had used up a lot of energy creating those illusions and was exhausted because he still had to fight and the skeletons did not go down easily. Their bones were as strong as iron.

We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming. Alone. I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf forms; they had put on fire, and it spread wide into the forest, slowly burning deep into the verse land. Blood painted the field. Lifeless bodies, both in wolf and human form were at every corner of the field. The weak ones who had given up on the fight fled for their lives. I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their

"Yes, these are the bones of creatures of darkness that have manifested as humans for thousands of years. They are different from the other shadow creatures who, if they die, will turn into dust or smoke. They are undetectable and hard to beat. Therefore, once they are defeated, their bones are like a cup." "Where did you get these bones exactly?" Rain was afraid to hear the answer. "After I kill them, of course!" Jace shrugged his shoulders. "Some of them who are very strong when they die will leave black bones like this." "Kill?" Rain was surprised when Jace recounted carelessly, like he killed a mosquito. "How many have you killed? I thought you were a man who…."

Only the elite got invites due to the Lynches' VIP status. My assistant swung by with my outfit just as I finished up with my makeup. "Ms. Brown, I'm actually getting excited!" I flashed her a grin, slipped into the dress, and made a beeline for the hotel. I had barely reached the front steps when I caught James and his family off guard with my arrival. I quickly realized I was at a disadvantage, with nothing to my name to back me up. James had that look of someone who just won the lottery, and with a security guard by his side, he swaggered up to me.

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

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.