Bone Graphic Novels & Stories

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.

"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.”

A little further, a white skeleton dressed in a red dark coat was detaching. Most of the clothes on the skeletons had rotten, but this particular red coat was made of nylon, so it was in better condition. I got closer and thoroughly cleaned the bones and red coat. It looked like a female skeleton. There were only four finger bones on her left hand and her little finger was missing. I positioned the skeleton in front of Vincent. The lower limbs were missing and only the damaged upper part of the body remained. Vincent's expression changed radically as he stared at the missing finger. He remained silent and his eyes turned red.

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.

"You mentioned physical bodies. Real skin. Real bone." "Not 'Real' in the sense of the Architects," Aria corrected, pointing a digital finger toward the physical room. Through the Spire’s hijacked camera feed, the pack saw the Bio-Printer. It was a towering machine of glass and chrome, its needle-fine nozzles currently knitting together a skeletal structure of carbon-fiber and lab-grown marrow.

The transformation began in earnest. His spine convulsed a full bodied seizure that threw him against the glass window with enough force to crack it. The impact rattled through his entire skeleton as his bones began the hideous work of reconstruction. They didn’t break cleanly. They warped, stretching, the marrow inside burning like it was being cauterized. His femurs lengthened, the growth so rapid it felt like his legs were being torn from his hips. His pelvis shifted, the socket sockets dislocating to accommodate new angles of movement that human bodies were never meant to achieve.

London didn’t stand a chance against him. Memories from last night flooded my mind—the scorching kisses she gave me and how tight her pussy was. Bones would never give her that kind of sex, the merciful kind. It would only be chains, whips, and broken bones. I actually felt sorry for her. “What’s taking her so long?” Bones asked with a sigh. “I should be getting back. Besides, I’m eager to play with my new toy.” He grinned in a sickening way, one eye smaller than the other. His teeth were crooked, and he smelled like old garlic.