Blessed Bone Shards Novels & Stories

"I chose wrong. I killed them all." Something shattered inside her. The part that was still human. The part that was still Tamara. It broke into pieces and fell away. The Lunar Blessed rose in its place. Her eyes went completely silver. No white. No green. Just endless silver like liquid moonlight. When she spoke, her voice echoed with power that made the mountain shake. "SO MUCH PAIN. SO MUCH DEATH. THIS WORLD IS BROKEN." She stood up. Silver light exploded from her body. The volcanic rock around her turned to glass. The air itself seemed to bend away from her.

I didn’t know vampires could also be affected by werewolves in such a manner… “It was probably because the rogues were using blessed relics… That could be the only explanation for her fever.” I looked at Lady Livia once more. Somehow, it seemed like she did know what she was talking about. “What kind of blessed relics did they use?” “Arrows, probably, and based on the wounds, maybe holy fangs.” I looked back incredulously at Lady Livia, and she seemed to have understood what was on my mind. Blessed relics – weapons that were offered to the temple and had undergone the purification process, were indestructible and work against many other clans. They are resistant towards any kinds of magic, e

Cassian staggered backward with the blade buried to the hilt below his ribs. Blood poured down his body. Black shadow burst from the wound like smoke escaping a cracked furnace. The thing inside him shrieked. Not human. Not Cassian. The street shook. Windows shattered. People dropped to their knees covering their ears. Cassian fell into the flooded street. Convulsing. Shadow ripped from his body in ragged waves. Clawing. Screaming. Trying to stay anchored inside him. The Bone Crown ignited. Lyra ran to him and dropped into the water.

"That is why I know you will still have my back." Before I could respond, the first shots rang out. Bullets flew toward us from every direction, a hailstorm of metal and fire. Kael raised his hands, and a wave of heat exploded from his body. The flames met the bullets mid-air, melting them into liquid slag that splattered harmlessly against the ground. I saw Vex and Cass fighting at the far side, their bodies moving in sync, making sure their vehicle did not receive any more damage. The packages of crystals were still inside, the hope for everyone who had been infected. Those could not be destroyed. Those were too important.

"We’re all out of it. Go on, get your bark and get out of here before the doctor catches you. He’s in a foul mood." I nodded and hurried out, my hand pressed against my pocket. I could feel the shard through the fabric. It felt like it was humming, a low vibration that made my skin crawl. I didn't go back to my post. I went to my small room in the barracks and locked the door. I sat on the edge of my cot and pulled the shard out. "What are you?" I whispered to the empty room. I remembered an old story my grandfather used to tell. He talked about the Shadow Shards—stones dipped in a poison so slow and so deep that no medicine could touch it. It didn't kill the body right away. It ate the soul

The hollow in its center glowed faintly, a golden breath pulsing inside. “This tree held the First Flame,” Veen said. “Her memory lingers here.” Crystal stepped closer, her body thrumming like a live wire. The dream had awakened something but this was calling something else. Veen handed her a shard, a smooth, dark stone with veins of silver threading through it like lightning. “Place it inside.” Crystal obeyed. As soon as the shard touched the hollow, light exploded outward in a ripple of heat and soundless power. Visions struck.

To become another link in the Weaver's chain. Lila materializes, her new form a grotesque fusion of crow and scorpion, stinger dripping rot. "Sit, Kelly. Let's finally end this." The throne whispers. The shard bleeds. I drive the shard into the skull's eye. --- The city *howls*. Bones disintegrate. Sand engulfs us, spat back into the desert's wastes. Lila's scream follows, half-rage, half-delight. Eden coughs, his pupils dilated with void. "What did you do?"

Tears streamed down my father's face as he said, "So you weren't lying when you said you would go to the hospital after getting paid today. I'm so sorry. I blamed you…" The healer tried to rein in his anger, but he couldn't help himself. His voice was sharp with suppressed rage. "As a healer, I know I shouldn't be saying this, but I just can't hold it in. What kind of parents are you? Did you really not check on her even once in the past three years? "She didn't just lose her wolf. Her body was covered in injuries—marks from being attacked by Rogue wolves, especially on her feet and back. She was severely malnourished and was over 30 pounds underweight. The fact that she even held on this lo

The Lunar Shard At the center of the ruins, atop a stone pedestal, the Lunar Shard pulsed with an ethereal glow. Kaelan stepped closer, feeling its power thrumming through the air. It was beautiful—translucent, with swirling silver light dancing inside it. "This is it," Leona whispered in awe. Kaelan reached out, his fingers brushing the surface. The moment he made contact, the world around him shattered. Visions of Destruction Darkness consumed his sight. Then— Flashes of fire. A battlefield littered with bodies. Wolves howling in agony. The sky, painted red with blood. He saw himself—not as he was now, but as the tyrant he had once been.