Bitter And Bones Novels & Stories

"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.

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

Now that I looked at the envelope, it really was addressed to me, Skylar Anderson. Focusing on the paper, I started reading the words imprinted on it. Meet me behind Chriswood Street after midnight. - B.M I read those same words twice, a confused look forming on my face. Those were the only words written on that entire paper. What was that even supposed to mean? I didn't know who B.M was supposed to be, and even if I had heard about the Chriswood Street, I knew how much sketchy that place could be around midnights.

Grateful, even. Instead, I felt… hollow. The food had been perfect—luxurious and comforting all at once. But the seat across from me had stayed empty. Josh hadn’t come back. He hadn’t even called. Stop it, I scolded myself. You knew what this was. Still, something about the way he sent that meal—without asking, without boasting—gnawed at me. I didn’t know what it meant. Maybe nothing. My phone lit up again. Silver: You awake? Because I need to tell you about this man’s obsession with crystals and why I think he might be cursed.

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 had already decided the sect needed to be wiped out for good. "Let's see how you handle my corpse snakes!" Madam Bones sneered as she continued playing the bone flute with a maniacal grin. The black snakes, with their crimson tongues flickering, transformed into streaks of dark light and shot toward Sebastian.

He shifted. It was wrong from the start, his bones didn't crack cleanly, they splintered, ground together, forced themselves into shapes they weren't meant to take. His fur was patchy, discolored, black and grey and sickly yellow. His eyes remained the same cold, furious, human set in a wolf's face that was too large, too old, too hungry.

Iron chains and torture devices hung on the walls. My wrists and ankles were shackled in icy chains. The chill bit deep into my bones, cutting my skin and drawing blood. At that moment, Sophia walked in with a small bag of purple wolfsbane powder. Her lips twisted into a cruel grin as she said, "Last chance. Sever the mate bond and leave the Shadow pack." Having said that, she scattered the powder over my wounds. Pain tore through me, and I screamed, my mouth tasting of blood. "Never!" I spat blood on her face. "Even if I rot here and turn to ash, I'll never let you have your way!"

"I'm tired of reminding you to work on your grades, Nio." I look at Mr. B.M Harrison's wide and dark face and he surely looks tired. He lets out an exasperated sigh and his small brown ears, which sticks out rather oddly, drop with hopelessness for me. I wonder why he even cares for my grades so much in the first place. But then being a teacher, he got to care about his students.

I undress and look at myself in the mirror for a few seconds. My body has changed a bit. It's been months since I've been trying to eat better and even though I struggle some days, I’m still better. Suddenly I'm more than just bones, my face looks more alive and my cheeks have color. My ribs are not marked and my legs are not just bones. I'm still small and maybe I'll never finish growing, but at least I don't look like a skeleton now. I'm standing in front of my clothes trying to decide what I'm going to wear today when my phone starts ringing. I practically run to it because it must be important. Whoever it is, it has to be important.