Bone Collector Author Novels & Stories

She points to a table and says; "You can put it over there. Here are gloves for you to wear when handling the bones. And be careful as some of them are very fragile, okay?" I nod and say; "Understood." I put the gloves on and head back into the cave. And after a few hours of walking up and down collecting all the bones for Dr. Chloe Addison, I have finally finished. Proudly I walk to Dr. Chloe Addison and tell her; "That was the last bones from the cave."

she called out, her heart hammering against her ribs. ​"He's fine. Mostly," a familiar, lazy voice answered. ​Seraphina spun around. She was back in the Blackspire Keep, but not in her bedroom. This was a massive, underground vault filled with gold coins, ancient statues, and racks of forbidden weapons. ​Arion was leaning against a pile of gold, tossing a small, glowing coin into the air and catching it. Kael was a few feet away, slumped against a stone pillar. He was conscious, but he looked like he had been drained of all his energy.

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

With his voice lowered, he said, "If you have something to say, say it directly. Beating around the bush isn't your style." Daniel replied, "What I mean is, Kristen is already dead. So, whose bone marrow are you planning to use to save your sweetheart this time?"

Mine was packed away in the locker I paid for with my membership. As I stepped into the brightly lit room, I blinked against the glare. Automatically checking the far spots for other people or dangers, I made my way across the utilitarian space and stopped in front of my locker. The little string that sat snug and whole over the opening confirmed that no one had been in my stuff since the last time I was in here. Smoke & Bone was owned outright by a very hermetic man who had a voyeur fetish. He locked himself away in a very Sleeping Beauty style in the top two floors of the massive reclaimed country home.

He’s pouring me a glass of wine I didn't order. Maybe it will make my blood more palatable when he drains me. I’m beyond caring. A glass of wine seems like the least I’ve earned tonight. "I have no power over the actions of the hunters, but a site can be encouraged to hold no findings. I employ people who are very good at removing evidence. It's most of my payroll." "By dawn?" "Do you know what kind of monster it was?" "No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down."

"It's a perfectly reasonable question." "No, it isn't." "It absolutely is." "No one knows if the creature eats people." "That's exactly why I'm asking." The scout looked exhausted. "We're being hunted." "Fine," Lucien said. "We'll discuss monster diets later." Even Astrid looked tempted to push him off the mountain. The momentary distraction helped. Only briefly. Because the Bone Crown continued pulsing. Steady. Rhythmic. Like a heartbeat that wasn't hers. Every mile north strengthened the connection.