Beautiful Bones Novels & Stories

"He sanded down the remains of tortured children until they looked like gems. And he wears them. He planted them around his estate. He has cufflinks made of femurs and collars made of vertebrae." "But... why?" Leela breathed, tears pricking her eyes, blurring the terrible drawings. "Why would he do that? It’s... it’s an abomination." "Camouflage," Elder Horne rasped, turning from the fireplace. "The magic trapped in those bones... it isn't dead. It is pure, suffering Elemental energy. It creates a frequency—a white noise of pain—that blinds the Moon Goddess." Horne looked at Leela, his eyes wet.

I will remain poisonous until the sirens tell me otherwise. Butterflies, on the other hand, have learned from their mistakes. They have been hurt and have come to terms with pain. The pain has made them glorious and angelic. My wounds keep reopening. They will never scar. I allow the venom to enter my wounds and poison me. My own poison burns. It's exhausting work being a black widow. It's even more tiring being me, Natalie Ashman.

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

He then motioned us to come closer. “Hello.” I waved at him and grinned while we walked towards him. On the huge wooden table, there were stacks of obsidians, and a heap of black-coloured bones of different parts. They looked a bit different from a human’s bones, albeit the structure looks almost the same.

Her touch was gentle but sure, blending the product into my face like she was painting on confidence one careful stroke at a time. "You have amazing bone structure," she said, her voice taking on the focused tone she used when she was concentrating. "Like, criminally underrated cheekbones. I don't know why you spend so much time trying to hide them." "I usually hide them under exhaustion and bad lighting." "Well, tonight they're going to make grown men weep actual tears."

A skeleton rested against the cavern wall. Time itself seemed to freeze. The remains were ancient. Yet strangely preserved. The bones hadn't crumbled. They looked almost untouched. Whoever this person had been... They hadn't died recently. Yet neither had centuries fully claimed them. My eyes dropped toward the armor. Golden chainmail. Elegant. Masterfully crafted. Every link remained perfectly intact. It gleamed beneath the crystal light as though it had been forged yesterday. Impossible. Metal should have rusted. Broken. Decayed.

Alicia pulled the sheets off her and sat next to her. —Honey... It's time to get ready, you have to go to school, and we're already late. Alicia kissed the little girl's cheek; she saw how big that girl was and remembered when she was born. She was a beautiful and loved girl. The little girl had been born in the month of April and she decided to call her April. When she was born, she had brown eyes, eyes inherited from her. She had no hair at the time of her birth. From that day to the present she had changed; she was already huge for only being 7 years old. Her hair was long brown, darker than her eyes.

"Don't freak out, Beautiful. Don't worry; it's not poison. It's Weak Bones Elixir. It will only weaken you." The bearded man smiled menacingly. Megan was struck in a stupor, and she was at a loss for words. 'Weak Bones Elixir?' 'What a mess!' Darryl scowled. The bearded man must have been a mental patient who had just escaped the mental hospital and talked gibberish. "Hey, brat! Did you f*cking follow me? What the hell do you want? I sell vases, and you paid for them. Why did you follow me?" The bald man and his group gathered around Darryl and asked him fiercely.

When Jace turned and looked at Rain, the girl simultaneously expressed shock, fear and disgust. "Is that a human bone?" Jace raised his eyebrows and said, "Yeah, it's a bone." "You used human bones as weapons?" Rain wanted to make sure that Jace was probably joking. "This is a black bone—a black human bone." Rain covered her mouth with her hand. "The colour is very intense." "This bone has strong magical abilities if used by the right person. But, if a person without magic powers touches it, it's just a normal bone that doesn't have any abilities and effects on the wielder."