Battle Of The Bones Novels & Stories

"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.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

"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

Hearing the commotion coming from the living room, Joseph padded out of the room and asked Victoria about the bone. Victoria looked like she was deep in thought as she glanced at my femur. "I can't remember when I ordered this. I probably bought it to make a bone carving. Or perhaps this is a wedding gift from one of my friends. "Forget it. I'll work on it later. It's been a while since I made a carving. Besides, the texture of this bone is quite good." I laughed helplessly. The first wedding gift that Victoria received was my femur. Of course, human bones were different from animal bones.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

“What's going on? It was recorded in the ancient book that the bones can only be reassembled three times at most, but it’s the fourth time now. Why are they still appearing?” “That's right, I feel like I'm fast approaching my limit. At this rate, I’ll be no match!” The clergies had been fighting non-stop. After hearing Philip's reminder, they stopped destroying the skeletons. The beasts trapped on the other side were fighting the skeletons too. Philip thought that the palace had arranged the beasts to be their next opponent, but it turned out that the skeletons were their biggest enemy. Some beasts did not have time to react when they were stabbed by the skeletons' bone swords, with blood sp

They were not trained to fight walking graveyards. "Hold the line!" Victor roared. His voice shook the fear out of them. "They are coming for your families! Fire at will!" BANG. Fifty rifles cracked in unison. The bullets hit the Bone Wolf in the lead. Chips of bone flew off. A rib shattered. But the creature didn't slow down. It didn't even flinch. It just kept walking. "It didn't work!" a soldier screamed. "The bullets do nothing!" "Use the mortars!" Jax ordered.