Bone Graphic Novels & Stories

"The inkwell's alive. It bites." "Of course it does." The cabinet was locked with something older than iron. Bone. A femur, carved with teeth-marks, bound across the doors with silver wire. I could feel the Void fragment behind it. Not heat. Not cold. The particular absence of both, like a tooth missing from the world's jaw. "Help me with this." I gripped the bone. "Pull on three." "Mimi-" "One." "This is a bad idea." "Two." "We're going to die."

“Huh?” Luke pointed a gloved finger at my notebook where I had a diagram of a skull with notes scribbled on it. “Right there. You got your terms mixed up. It’s occipital bone, not parietal bone. The parietal bone is over here.” He pointed to another spot on the skull. I stared at my notes for a moment, then realized that he was right and erased my notes so I could fix them. “Thanks,” I muttered. “No problem.”

There was an outline of a creature in the pit that seemed to be where the giant ape had slept. Next to the outline was a set of glowing bones that emitted a mysterious energy. "I found it!" Wilbur was overwhelmed himself. That was the Crystal Bone, and a complete skeleton too. Cameron and the rest looked on in shock. It was clear that the skeleton did not belong to any regular mortal. The energy it was radiating was mysterious and powerful, and they hardly dared to move forward at all. That was because the pressure coming from this force was more than they could bear. Wilbur stepped forward slowly up to the pit.

The Bone Garden stretched before him, vast and impossible. Where the previous chamber had contained grief liquid and flowing, this one held death made solid. White structures erupted from black soil, forming patterns that hurt to perceive directly. Not simply bones, though human and animal remains certainly featured in the grotesque landscape. Rather, these were the skeletons of concepts, the calcified remains of ideas that had lived and died across eons. "Welcome to the place where abstractions come to die," a voice whispered, though no speaker was visible.

His shoulders rolled with the tension of a man standing on a wire. "You think breaking protocol helps us?" "No, I think hiding behind it is killing people." Silence cracked between them. Martha opened the file and spread the photos across his desk. Bones, twisted with unnatural curves. Scratched sigils along the femur. The unmistakable Hollowborn spiral burned into one scapula. "This is a damn graveyard. It was government-labeled and sealed. But we never asked why it was sealed. We never wanted to know." Nolan looked away.

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

They even have perfumes dedicated to their dogs. I want to be one of them. Plastered on the cover of a magazine. Looking perfect, thin, and with my life together. But that simply isn't me. I'm stressed. Stressed and poor. My jaw hurts again. My secret habit is to bite myself on my forearm until I bruise. I'm not trying to hurt myself. I need to relieve the tension in my jaw. Gum can't always fix the clenching, grinding, and oral sensation that biting myself can.

As soon as she scattered wolfsbane powder over the wound, the blood turned purple-black. Nina thrashed within me, but she couldn't manifest at all. The only sound she could make was a faint whimper.

Bone manipulation Lv 5 (20 AF) (v) Change the bone structure of the user without lasting consequences. The number of bones and time of the change varies with skill level. [Affinities]: None The second one appeared right beside the first one, it was considerably smaller but didn't look as decrepit as the bone vulture. It had a healthy complexion, blood-red feathers, bright yellow pupils, and sharp talons. "And you'll be Max E. Mumm!" declared David, feeling proud of his naming sense. [Name: Max E. Mumm]

Rex asked, his curiosity piqued by his constant referring to them. “Grub ALWAYS love speak about his skin marks, hoping to see some of the crows to come down and listen to pass onto bone god,” Grub said, a broad smile plastering his face. “Ok, so who is the bone god?” “He is bone god, god of all and only lets heroes enter into halls of eternity for drinking and hunting if have enough good skin marks.”