Blessed Bone Shards Novels & Stories

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

If he gave up just like that, he would never be able to leave this place and will be locked here forever. He lay on the floor. His blood formed a puddle, with bones floating upon it. The Light of Acme shone from the sky. The colorful beams of light fell on the bones, causing them to shatter. At this moment, a mystical energy materialized from one of these bones. This energy enveloped his entire body, invigorating him.

They listened quietly, wrote down every answer, and never gave away what they truly thought. And everywhere they went, they carried that dark shard. It hung hidden beneath Kaelen’s cloak, but I could feel it — faint, cold, humming low and hungry, always searching, always probing, always trying to find cracks or doubt or fear in anyone it came near. It never found enough to grow. Our people had lived through shadow and war and loss. They had learned to trust, to speak openly, to stand together. Wherever the shard passed, it met only strength, clarity, and peace — and it grew duller, quieter, weaker with every step.

Mina already deep asleep hugging her shield. I also managed to obtain a few skills shard on the way, i got a passive skill called [Steel Bone] that would strengthen your bone like a steel, I got it from killing a skeleton warrior with shiny bones that crawling on the floor because it got no lower body on the 12th floor. I also got another passive skill called [Golden Vocal] which makes you become extremely good at singing, the funny thing is I got it from a zombie that have a broken neck. I also obtain a few magic mastery skills which is useless to me. I can give them out, but as for now it's better to keep them, and probably I can use them as a reward or selling them at high price later.

The warmth spread through me, and it steadied the blaze at my center. Mara screamed like the world split, and the remaining guards shifted into a push. I felt the shard begin to destabilize—someone or something rending the base. The runes cracked. The core’s hum lost its steady beat and stuttered. I could not tell how long the collapse took. The final moment came with such a roar that it was like being inside a drum. The shard split, rain of black stone and sparks throwing up like small suns. The darkness that had leached from it bled back into the ground, into the earth, like a wound closing. The creatures collapsed, the corrupted form melting into ash, the recruited ones stumbling, freed a

Their routes masked by cold iron stones and broken sigils, remnants of old wars long buried beneath moss and ice. The first material lay near the Frozen Hollow. A shard of a moon-bone, pale and faintly luminous, embedded in the remains of an ancient beast. Dustin knelt down, brushing snow away with gloved fingers. The shard hummed softly when he touched it, responding to his blood but not yielding its purpose. “Easy,” he murmured, as if the forest itself were listening. He wrapped the shard in warded cloth and sealed it with a sigil the Seer had never taught him. A trick learned from a dying witch who had hated prophecy more than death.

The cliff was already occupied. Damon's former deputy stood at the center of a crude stone altar, arms raised in triumph. Surrounding him were at least a dozen rebel werewolves—rogues, exiles, outcasts from a dozen packs. Their eyes gleamed with that familiar, hungry fervor. And there, embedded in a cradle of moss and old bones on the altar, was the shard. It pulsed with a dark, jagged light, nothing like the clean glow of the Moon Tide fragment.

​The bone city let out a literal scream—a high-pitched, harmonic vibration that shattered the glass of Silas’s lantern. ​The blue shards fell to the floor, and for a second, the light died. ​In the darkness, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t Thorne’s. It was Silas’s. ​“Winnie,” he whispered, his voice calm and strangely clear. “I see it now. The shards… they aren’t just memories. They’re a virus. The First Architects didn’t just cover the bone in iron to protect us. They covered it to infect it. The iron was a slow-acting poison meant to kill the seed.”

He hugged her so hard she squeaked. Kael pulled me to my feet and crushed me to his chest. “You did it,” he whispered. “Not me,” I said, trembling. “She did it.” But the celebration didn’t last. The sky cracked. A sound like stone grinding on bone shook the earth. We turned to the Bone Tree. It was burning. From its core, a figure stepped out. Not the Seed. Not Hollowed. Something worse. It wore a crown of ash. Its body was stitched from shadows. Eyes like dying stars.

"I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort." The amalgamation of memories retreated, its composite features displaying surprise. The bone song changed tenor, becoming less overwhelming demand and more respectful recognition. The darkness surrounding him thinned, revealing the ossuary's interior fully for the first time. At its centre grew a tree unlike any in the living world. Its trunk and branches consisted entirely of bones fused together, not constructed but somehow grown into this impossible configuration. Instead of leaves, small f