Blessed Bone Shards Novels & Stories

“I don’t care what I pay but please- Please help me save her!” He was silent for a few minutes as he watched me quietly. “Look at me, Karen.” I slowly lifted my head despite the pain. “I’m going to do this as an exception to all the rules I have because I would never help an outsider from a different world.” I opened my mouth to argue but he grabbed my lips and held them shut. “But I can see deep in your soul how far you are willing to go for her and those other two idiots. So, I will do this as a favor to you.” He explained narrowing his hazel eyes. “A small Soul Jewel shard and I’ll throw in a de-marking for your troubles since I do think highly of you even if you are incredibly stupid and

The restraints on my wrist caused my back to be slammed onto the the metal pole behind me. "Fuck." I muttered as I slowly got back up. I wasn't going to give up. I heard two more gun shots and I started to get anxiety. My hands starting shaking and I couldn't even hold on to the heavy shackles because of how rapidly my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my breathing. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I convinced myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and let a tear fall.

THE PROPHECY GOES ON… “I thought a God couldn’t be killed?” Felan questioned. “Not by traditional weapons, but there is one that can kill us. It is a weapon that was forged from bones from the four of us. We place the weapon in a secret location under four guards. We all spelled the location so that at least three of us are needed to enter.”

David narrowed his eyes and looked at the pile of gems again. "Get the largest of the bunch and put it...here" he used the click to select an area away from the other crystals. "Nice, now throw the shard towards it with all your might." The skeleton repeated the same movement as before, when the projectile collided dead in the center, a loud cracking sound resounded in the cave, the shard didn't disappear or was crumbled to dust as David expected. Instead, it pierced through the bigger one and was stuck on the floor, intact.

"The ring, Mom. The heavy silver one he always wore on his right hand. The one he told us was mother-of-pearl." Elana’s face completely drained of color. Her hands gripped the armrests of her wheelchair as the memory of that smooth, iridescent white stone flashed in her mind. She had held that hand a million times. "It wasn't shell," Jax choked out, a single, fresh tear escaping to track down his soot-stained cheek. "It was bone. Miller said Vane used the bones of the innocent to cloak his atrocities from the Goddess. Damon didn't get it from the clones because they didn't have souls. Vane gave it to him. Damon walked around for thirty years wearing a piece of bone carved from a true, slaugh

“Good. Because I don’t plan on letting go anytime soon.” We sat in companionable silence for a while, watching shadows stretch across the valley floor. The moonlight made the contours of the cliffs look ethereal, and the trees whispered faintly in the wind. It was peaceful, almost unreal after the chaos of the vault, and I let myself imagine a moment of normalcy—something almost like home. Then Bastion’s voice broke the quiet. “Lana, Kael… look at this.” I turned to see him holding a small crystal shard, unlike the ones in the vault. It was dark, smoky, but faint veins of red light pulsed within it. I felt the resonance immediately, like a distant heartbeat echoing in my chest.

It rippled… then parted. A small platform rose from beneath the frost, holding a glowing shard of crystal. Light swirled inside it, bright and alive. Belle’s sigil pulsed in the center. A crescent moon overlapping a sun. My hand shook as I reached toward it. But the moment my fingers grazed the shard— Magic detonated. Not a blast. A surge. A shockwave. A violent awakening. My body jolted. The chamber shook. And Belle’s voice — faint, distant, spectral — echoed from the shard before it burst into dust.

As Audrey opened her mind to the stone, the "Sapphire Peace" was incinerated. A flood of raw, jagged memories hit her: the smell of lye, the sting of the whip, the sound of her mother’s silent weeping. This was the "Primal Shadow"—the concentrated grief of a thousand years of "Worthless" lives. It wasn't a magic power. It was a Blight.

“The shard, use it! It’s tied to the beast!” I fumbled with the pouch, my fingers trembling as I pulled out the obsidian shard. Its surface was hotter now, almost scalding, the red veins flaring with a hunger that made my skin crawl. I’d studied relics like this for years, piecing together their secrets in quiet libraries, but this was no dusty artifact.

Aisha felt her breath slow slightly at the phrasing, because it carried a philosophical tone that did not belong purely to hallucination, nor purely to clinical instruction, but to something in between that unsettled her more than either extreme would have. She looked at him more closely now. “And Zara?” she asked. For the first time, something softened in his expression. “She brought something for her once,” he said. Aisha frowned. “Brought what?” Arman’s hand tightened slightly around the edge of the notebook. “A small stitched doll,” he said. “For grounding exercises. She said it would help stabilize emotional attachment during distress.” Aisha felt her mind sharpen instantly at the phras