Battle Of The Bones Novels & Stories

Beneath the moonlight, the room wasn't as illuminated as it was during the day, but I could still see clearly. When I turned my head, I saw that Zane wasn't here! He must have gone to the basement to "work out". This time, I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of "workout" he was doing. When I sat up, I heard a rattling noise as my left hand was pulled down. I tugged harder, only to find a silver handcuff around my wrist! The handcuff was connected to a chain that was firmly tied to the leg of the bed frame!

The River of Bones cuts through the landscape like a jagged black ribbon, its dark waters swollen by the spring melt, rushing violently over the limestone deposits that give it its name. I walk at the absolute head of the column, my bare arms exposed to the damp valley fog, the dark leather tunic fitting snugly against my ribs like a second skin. Beside me, Clyde matches my stride step for step, his massive frame radiating a heavy, rhythmic heat that acts as a fortress against the chill. The black shadow-energy bleeding from his skin pools around his heavy leather boots, leaving faint, charred outlines on the wet grass with every step he takes. Behind us, three hundred iron shields move in a

Brothers shouted, coughing, dragging bodies out into the yard. The stench of smoke and blood filled the air, thick and choking. And through the chaos, I saw Knox standing by the gate, a gun in his hand and a smirk on his face. Beside him, men I didn’t recognize, Reaper colors stitched into their cuts. My heart dropped. He turned just enough for me to see the glint in his eyes before walking away, vanishing into the smoke like the devil himself. “Knox!” I shouted, but my voice drowned in the roar of the fire.

Dragging my bleeding arm, I walked out and plunged into the bone-chilling water. The instant the icy water swallowed me, the cold stabbed into every pore like needles. The sensation was hauntingly familiar. Three years ago, the night had been just as cold. The Rossi famiglia was being purged by our arch-rivals, the Serpentellis. Lorenzo and I had been cornered at the edge of a cliff overlooking the river. He was critically wounded and unconscious. To make matters worse, the only inflatable life raft we had was a one-seater. I strapped the only bulletproof vest onto him and shoved him into the raft. Then, I lured the assassins away before plunging into the freezing river myself.

The battlefield still stank of blood and ash, but the silence that followed the Bone Beast’s death was more dangerous than the fight itself. Wolves padded in restless circles, hackles raised, ears twitching at every sound from the ruined Gate. The snow was scorched black where blood had spilled, and though the night was clear, the moon’s light felt muted—as though even the heavens feared what had just been unleashed.

“I'm not going to die, Malishka. I can't let any harm come to you. So please. Just do it.” She worries her lip between her teeth, fear for my life glistening in her eyes. I know when she concedes to my demands. Her throat bobs, then comes the head shake. I give her a nod in return, and on the count of three, she bolts to the entrance just as Bones and I rise and begin the massive attack on the invaders. They've taken down our men. All of them. Now, it's just Bones and me remaining. “Ahhh!!” Bones hollers, his gun dropping from his hand as a bullet pierces his arm.

My voice trembled uncontrollably. "Stella! That's your father too! You're a monster!" I lunged for the urn again and again, fighting those guards with everything I had. Every time I was just about to grab it, they threw it somewhere else. My whole body shook. My heart was in my throat. I don't know how long passed before Hudson and Stella finally showed up. Hudson had a smile in his eyes. Stella looked at him with nothing but indulgence. "You put on quite a show."

Finn flipped over a couple of times in the air and crashed solidly to the ground. She let the water around her push her to his side, hands already glowing with her healing magic. Sophia could immediately see that the skin on his back had been ripped to shreds. It was nonexistent in some parts, and she could see the bones in his spine. One of Evelyn’s many beasts had taken a good chunk out of his left calf. “Hold on, Finn. You’re not going to die. I’ll let you take me on a date when we get back. Elijah won’t mind," Sophia rambled as she tried to encourage her friend to live on.

After five minutes of patting around, I picked up a stick and lit the tip up with a Fire Nova. I slowly continued ahead, straining my ears to make sure I was not ambushed by anything unsavory. I glanced down and saw what appeared to be thousands of bones. Some broken, some intact and some that didn't belong to a person. Are these from all of the demon’s victims? I carefully tried not to break any of the bones while not tripping. It’s like it goes on forever- As far as I can see.

Skeletal dragons were flying all over the sky, creating a looming shadow across the desert as if clouds were passing by. The soldiers in the desert already had their hands full with the zombies and skeletons. When the bone dragons came, it was just utter chaos. Black flames were spewed out of the dragons’ mouth and they also engaged in a melee against the soldiers. The average soldiers could not even land a hit on the dragons and the army was slowly being pushed back. The zombies and skeletons advanced behind the bone dragons.