Blessed Bone Shards Novels & Stories

I mumbled honestly, the weight of those words dragging me down as I finally said them aloud after all these years. Clarissa looked confused for a moment, “But you’re not human, I can feel that enough, you're a powerful shifter. Your wolf is in there somewhere, I’m sure. What I felt on your shoulder… I believe you have Blessed Silver embedded somewhere in your wound.” “Blessed Silver?” I’d never heard of that before. Regular silver of course, but Blessed? “Blessed Silver is so rare, even at my home with the witches we have a scarce amount. Was Alpha Fredrick aware of this?”

High Priest (hesitant): “You mean to release it?” Vito: “Yes. The one thing the flame feared more than Cairos.” High Priest (terrified): “But... that would wake—” Vito (cutting him off): “The First Bond. The one that was severed. The one that never died.” He opens a locked box. Inside — a shard of blackened bone pulsing with dark light. It hums with ancient power. Vito (quietly): “Let the nightmare walk again. Let him hunt his own blood.”

" As he made his way toward the source, he checked his steps. He had to be careful not to fall into some trap. He came to a clearing behind a large, broken wall. Broken pieces of mystique tools littered all over the sand—glinting but broken blades, pieces from broken armors, and shards from other kinds of weapons. Most of all, however, the entire area was filled with transparent bones. They emanated an aura of power. "This used to be a battlefield! These bones belonged to mystique fighters!" They were everywhere. In fact, it made the godbone piece he had from the previous fight suddenly so insignificant.

The sight that greeted them was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal crystal, its facets pulsing with an inner light unlike anything they had ever seen. It thrummed with an energy that seemed to vibrate through their very bones. Professor Thorne, her voice barely a whisper, identified it as a celestial shard, a remnant of a shattered star, imbued with unimaginable power.

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.

She remarked with satisfaction, “It’s indeed golden bones that have been reborn numerous times. It’s a valuable boon. It’ll do the trick.” After speaking, Frona summoned a pair of spectral hands, grabbed the golden bones, and sent them into the lights enveloping James.

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.”