Bloody Bones Legacy Novels & Stories

She looked at the skeleton again, her skin crawling. “A legacy of rot.... That's what it is. I want no part of it.” He didn’t correct her, pulling his phone out of his pocket instead. "You should head back inside." he told her. "what about you?" she asked him. He turned around and locked gaze with her, his phone pressed to his ear. "Me.... Well I'm going to move the body and hope the dead can forgive me." ************************************************** The walk back through the tunnels was silent, the weight of what she’d seen sinking into her bones like cold rain.

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

“Seth…Seth has done terrible things, Lucas. Things that I never wanted you to be a part of.” “Like I don’t know, just look at this damned place.”, Lucas interrupted. “This is nothing, Lucas.”, Clovis shut him down. “Years ago, there were two packs. Seth used to be the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack.”, Lucas looked up, confused. “That’s right. Eloy Ahearn was the Alpha of the Moonlit pack, and the Alpha of Alphas. He was kind, and a good leader. I was proud to be his Gamma. Then one day, Seth and the Blood Moon pack attacked us. Seth was blinded with greed and had made a pact with the humans. The weapons these humans had were terrifying, Lucas. They killed or wounded almost everyone from the Bl

“The Legacy is not simply blood. It is the ability to create something the Hollow cannot understand.” “What?” “An ending.” Asterion looked at him. “Explain.” “The Hollow consumes. It remembers. It transforms. Everything it touches becomes part of itself. Legacy is the opposite. It allows something to exist beyond the one who created it.” My eyes remained on Caelan. “A child.” “A child is one expression of it,” Eamon said. “But Legacy is larger than blood. It is the ability to choose what comes after you.” I understood. The first Keeper had not hidden three pieces of a weapon. He had separated three aspects of existence. Name gave identity. Memory gave knowledge. Legacy gave continuity and ch

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."

" Ah." I received a sharp cut in my right arm and a small silt in my left leg. Blood oozed out soaking my clothes. One thing I have discovered by fighting with skeletons is that the undead drink the blood of beings. They were trying to get their hands on my blood and some even licked it. Eww! Disgusting! I tried squatting down but a large hammer came through my head. Tossing me against the hard rock nearby. My sword broke into halves.

It seemed that there was a destructive war here. On the ground of the ancient palace were broken swords, broken armors, and some white skeletons, which scattered on the ground and some of them were burning with ghost flames. These bones had existed for so many years. Judging from this, they had to be, at least, congenital grandmasters when they were alive. Besides, none of these bones were complete. They were all died in battles. Some fractured skulls, some fractured cervical vertebrae, some were cut into two pieces in the middle, and some sternum was completely broken...

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.