Beautiful Bones Novels & Stories

So thin, so bony . His panting breath stumbled when he felt clear bumps under his palms where - if his memories weren't very fooled - shouldn't be. Then it dawned on him. Bone. It was his bones that he felt. A little frightened, he raised his head and peeked timidly down at himself. He looked like a living skeleton. His ribs and hip bones were clearly visible under his white, parchment-like skin. Every tendon caught his eye. Horrified, he dropped back again and stared in disbelief at the shattered ceiling. He needed food immediately.

she informed them. They quickly nodded, giving her a go-ahead. Sabine reached up to one of her cabinets, pulled out a large hefty book, and dumped it on the kitchen counter, then shuffled in her apron and pulled out a string of dry bones. Bernice peered at the bones, observing it oddly. She could not place what creature the bones were gotten from, human or beast. Nevertheless, all she was interested in was what it could do.

As a result, his bones clunked continuously, with sparks flying everywhere. His bones unexpectedly wore down the blades of his opponents. Meanwhile, not a single mark had been left on his bones. His strength shockingly soared after the transcendence of three thousand golden cores, especially the existence of Ymir’s Divine Bone that expanded his bone evolution to his entire body. His bones were now harder than a flying sword like they were invincible. Poof! Another head flew up. It was the sixth one. Two people remained on the field. It was raining cats and dogs, and it was getting dark, yet the massacre still continued without a bloody aura, with only the fear of death.

Their weary gazes fell upon a pile of bleached white bones near the entrance, stripped clean of any flesh. It appeared as though someone or something had meticulously cleaned them, leaving behind a haunting testament to the grim reality of the situation. The realization dawned on the beastmen as they counted the bones meticulously, finding more than a hundred sets of skeletons piled up before them. Their faces contorted with anger and ferocity at the sight. The implications were clear: these clean bones could only mean that someone had devoured these beastmen, leaving nothing but their skeletal remains behind. The beastmen's fury ignited, fueled by the perceived barbarism of the humans.

Every part of his skin was shining, and he seemed to have turned into a ball of light. His muscles were as transparent as the purest crystal, and his bones were as bright as jade. It could be seen that many of the bones in his body had broken. Fortunately, he had integrated some Jade in Stone before, so the bones in his spine, arms, legs, and other vital parts were complete. As the Qi in Ding Hao's body surged, a series of cracking sounds of bones came out.

"We need to talk about your arm." The cabin went quiet. Even Valerius stopped chewing. I looked down at my left side. They had cut away the sleeve of my jacket. My arm lay exposed on the white sheet. It was beautiful and terrifying. The black crystal bones were perfectly formed, interlocking with a precision that nature couldn't achieve. There was no flesh, no muscle. Just the dark, obsidian structure floating in a suspension of faint, purple mist. It looked like a constellation trapped in the shape of a limb.

she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet. “That’s right. Except for existing, Boredbones never does anything,” Skully said. “Not as jolly as the others. Maybe because of a few minor cracks and fractures he has. But he is the obedient one. Boredbones, go with your new master and behave.” Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside.

Even if I had to, I'd drag someone down with me. A rusty axe lay in the corner of the cabin, left behind after chopping firewood. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung at the lock. A loud clang echoed across the entire pack's territory, sending birds scattering from the rooftops. After a dozen swings, my arms burned with pain. The lock finally snapped. I shoved the door open and bolted. Under the moonlight, my skin gleamed an eerie violet. Clearly, the wolfsbane had seeped into my bones.

"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.

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.