Bone Graphic Novels & Stories

"Sam, is Kristen hiding because she doesn't want to donate her bone marrow to me?" Violet asked pitifully. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Samuel ruffled her hair affectionately. "Don't worry. It's just leukemia. Even if Kristen doesn't donate her bone marrow to you, I'll search the entire country to find you a match." Violet pouted and said, "My body didn't show any signs of rejection upon receiving Kristen's bone marrow. The doctor said he's never seen two people with such a high level of compatibility."

It was so clear that it glinted in the moonlight, and I noticed gold engravings everywhere across the bones. “Okay,” Allen said, catching up beside me, his voice a little higher than usual. “That’s... pretty interesting.” “You ever seen anything like it?” I asked. Allen shook his head, eyes wide. “I’ve read about ancient beings, sure, but such engravings on the bones? That’s new to me. Even the oldest books in my library don’t mention anything like this.” I stared at the skeleton, something about it tugged at me. I reached in, gently sliding my hands beneath the rib cage. “Let’s take it out.”

Bone Knight Level: 150 Health: 13000 Mana: 1500/1500 Attack: 400 Defense: 300 Speed: 45 [Skills: Bone Wall, Soul Siphon, Bone Storm, Death's Embrace: (Passive) Mortifer's presence weakens enemies, reducing their attack and defence by 10%. Improved Bone Armor, Improved Bone Shield, Improved Bone Spear, Undead Fortitude, Bone Wall, Bone Prison, Command Undead, Summon BoneStalker] [Buffs: Unbreakable Will: Immune to fear and charm effects.]

It was Betty, immersed in a light blue shimmering, viscous liquid, which she let her breathe and her smashed arm surrounded with cellular nano fabric. Silas stood next to the holographic console. His hands flew with one Speed over the bright buttons that made me dizzy. His glasses reflected the blue light of the capsule. “Reconstruction of the radius and Ulna bones is at eighty-eight percent”, Silas murmured more to himself than to us. He typed another sequence. ‘I increase the calcium feed in the nutrient gel. This archaic slum feed has its Bone density is ruined. If I already repair them, then right.”

Yet, no matter how furious he became, the relentless force continued to strike at his skeletal frame. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of impacts echoed continuously, and the elder’s bones shimmered with a faint, silvery light. Adrian observed, slightly surprised. “I didn’t expect your bones to be this ancient, with such a peculiar quality. Truly impressive.”

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

​Lyra froze, every muscle locking as a woman emerged from the gloom beneath the dead torches. One pale hand rested against the weeping wall, steadying herself. ​Upon her brow sat the Bone Crown—not the pristine relic Lyra had hauled across the continent, but an older, heavier iteration. The bone was darkened like aged ivory, worn smooth, with one side jaggedly sheared away above the temple. ​Yet it was the face beneath the mutilated artifact that stole Lyra's breath.

Alex, however, asked directly, "Is the height of the bone pattern distinguished by color?" Zendaya nodded, "Normally, it seems to be the case. Within all the bone demons we have seen, white bone markings are the weakest, followed by grey. We can at most deal with grey bone markings for now. In addition, it seems that bone markings can evolve and can even be derived." Alex nodded. He now had a general idea of what it was. "Let's go catch some bone demons now and try. We didn't get enough just now!" Alex said.

She continued and although Niccoli and the others did not necessarily agree to Audrey that having a background knowledge about the creatures appearance would make much of a difference, they still listened attentively to their friend's report out of respect. "She may have a frail shape but her teeth are sharp enough to gnaw through bones, akin to a metal. Her legs were extremely skinny which lead to a nickname, bony leg. Apparently, Graes have a quirk in grinding her victims' bone to dust." The group involuntarily shuddered upon hearing the last part of Audrey's report and they found themselves silently thankful that they allowed her to finish. Otherwise, they would missed about how dangerous

Here, stripped to the waist, he was a masterpiece of violence. His skin was bronzed and gleaming with a sheen of sweat. His chest was broad, a landscape of rippling muscle defined by deep valleys and ridges. Scars crisscrossed his torso—some old and white, others pink and new—telling a story of a life lived in combat. His dark hair hung loose around his face, wild and tangled. He wore only a pair of loose, rough-spun pants slung dangerously low on his hips, the V of his pelvic muscles disappearing into the waistband.