Bone Deep Novels & Stories

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

They pierced the ground with force, left deep holes and turned into crumbs. The bone monster abruptly sat down, its paws seemed to give way, unable to withstand the collapsing body. The skeleton, raising a cloud of ash, fell on its side, twitched, the vertebrae of the neck began to turn the skull in a circle, it became clear that a furious light continued to burn in the eye sockets.

Xozarth said, “I stand guard here not to protect the Dragon Vein, but to protect the Dragon Bone. I can sense that your body is unique. There is an aura of an Emperor rank powerhouse within you. Now that the Dragon Vein will soon be gone, the dragon bone will quickly disappear without the nourishment of Dragon Energy. I need to find a new home for the dragon bone.” He looked at James. “Your body is very suitable. I intend to implant the dragon bone into your body.” Hearing that, James furrowed his brow. He did not consider this to be his good fortune. He was worried about the effects the dragon bone would have on him once it was implanted in his body. Xozarth seemed to notice James’ concern.

He sits again, keeping my hand in his, and I soak in the feel of his calloused fingers wrapped around mine. The doctor clears his throat. Zanthe pushes forward in my mind, alert and bristling. He flinches when he sees the shift in my eyes but recovers quickly. “Cadets, one of your test results was…. significant.” My stomach fucking drops through the floor. Zanthe’s hackles rise. The doctor clears his throat again, likely sensing the spike in aggression coming off both me and Max. “It appears that your bone density is lower than expected.” What. The. Fuck.

"Okay." Mitbahl breathed a sigh of relief, "...What do you need so much money for anyway?" "None of your damn business." After saying that, Misoup quickly hung up the call. Mitbahl grumbled, "It's my money you're spending! Of course, it's my business!" Diana stood in place, looking at Mitbahl with a hint of sympathy. But she was also puzzled, "Who is Bone?" From their conversation, Bone seemed to be Mitbahl's pet.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

Blinking away watery liquid, I fall into a deep stateless sleep. The beeping sound of equipment leaves me antsy, burning hot sensation keeps me up at nigh leaving me restless. An overwhelmingly urge purges down my veins, tossing and turning in bed, my body temperature heighten. The pain keeps me up travelling down my stomach to my entire parts. Staring with widen eyes, dawn brings it's light.

"Don't let any reinforcements follow us down." "Copy that, boss. Try not to wake up any ghosts," Jack replied, laying down suppressing fire on a nearby street. Sebastian dropped into the hole, followed closely by Harper. [The Bone Maze] They landed sixty feet underground with a heavy THUD that shook dust from the ceiling. Sebastian switched his optical sensors to Thermal/Night Vision. The world turned into shades of green and grey. They were standing in a narrow limestone tunnel. The walls were not made of stone. They were lined, floor to ceiling, with human bones. Thousands of skulls stared blankly at them, stacked meticulously between neatly arranged femurs.

"Vin...." "What?" "He cries." Kevin fell silent hearing Pine's words. He stops walking. This woman shouldn't be able to feel or hear anything. She's just a human, not a vampire. She should act like a normal human but why? Why does Pine keep asking irrational questions? "I heard it, Vin. Someone is crying in there," added Pine stubbornly. Kevin took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll say it. There's a basement, where Dad always remembers the people he loves."

It was a deep, metallic slate. I watched the process with a surgeon’s deep fascination. Prolonged exposure to the undiluted resonance of the mountain was triggering a secondary mutation. Their bone density was skyrocketing. They were undergoing a form of rapid osteogenesis, their skeletons lacing with microscopic quartz fibers drawn directly from the soil. The fur along their spines and shoulders was thickening into armored, interlocking plates of silver-grey stone. They were becoming living extensions of the Palace itself.