Bone Graphic Novels & Stories

Recent death. They moved like shadows between the rocks. Claws slid out. Weapons were drawn. And there, curled in a shallow cave barely big enough to hide in, was a Bone Eater. The creature was alone. It looked up as they approached, black eyes widening in shock. No one ever came this deep into the peaks. No one sane. Marcus took in every horrible detail. The creature's gray skin stretched tight over it's bones. Its long fingers ended in cracked yellow claws. When it breathed, its ribs poked through paper-thin flesh. A living skeleton wrapped in rotting leather.

"Doctor, that’s... that’s impossible. Insects don't live in living tissue. They need oxygen. They need—" "They don't need what we need, Elias," he interrupted, snapping the film onto the lightbox. Click. The light revealed my skeleton, but it looked like a map of a nightmare. My humerus wasn't a solid white pillar of calcium. It was a cathedral of lace. Thousands of microscopic, hair-thin tunnels branched out from the center, spiraling toward the joints in patterns that looked terrifyingly intentional. And there, frozen by the radiation of the scan, were the inhabitants. They were opaque, spindly silhouettes—thousands of them, clustered in the hollows of my ribs, marching in columns through

If he dared to block it, the rebar would be driven straight back into his body and then smashed to pieces by the stone. He could only throw the rebar aside and leap backward. But his backward leap was far slower than the stone's flight. Seeing it about to hit him, he had no choice but to raise his hands to resist it. The instant his hands made contact, a terrifying impact surged through his bones. Crack, crack, crack—every bone in his body seemed to groan. If it had been an ordinary person, their skeleton would have shattered on the spot. But Lucas was different. His bones were far tougher. They neither broke nor shattered. Instead, both arm bones were blasted by the horrific force straight

Her skeletal frame clung to it like a specimen on display. A long, horrifying wound ran from her chest all the way down to her lower abdomen. The glass door was smeared with blood. A torn piece of liver and strands of intestine were pressed visibly against it, dripping red. She looked like a living anatomical exhibit. Crack! The sound of bone snapping rang out. Crushed by the zombie tide behind her, her bones warped under the pressure. With a sharp pop, a row of ribs burst through her flesh. Pale bone fragments, still clinging with shredded meat, jammed against the glass. They scraped against it with a sickening squeal.

From this fact alone, it must have been an imposing existence in its lifetime. Andrius was shocked and curious. What could have possessed such a body? He absent-mindedly punched the skeleton. Boom! The skeleton made a crisp sound, but there was not a single crack. On the contrary, the force rebounded back at Andrius. He was caught off-guard as he was hit so hard that he spewed blood. “Gah—” Drops of crimson blood splattered on the ground. Coincidentally, some droplets landed on the skull and quickly seeped into it as if being absorbed, disappearing without a trace.

So thin, so bony . His panting breath stumbled when he felt clear bumps under his palms where - if his memories weren't very fooled - shouldn't be. Then it dawned on him. Bone. It was his bones that he felt. A little frightened, he raised his head and peeked timidly down at himself. He looked like a living skeleton. His ribs and hip bones were clearly visible under his white, parchment-like skin. Every tendon caught his eye. Horrified, he dropped back again and stared in disbelief at the shattered ceiling. He needed food immediately.

“I have an inborn talent where I can see the source of the power of a person like now your friend has a Dance Bone Frame.” Both of them were instantly shocked by what the Grim Reaper has said, no one in their group was telling their bone frame. Even Mary Ann doesn’t know the bone frame of John Carl Grim Reaper continues his explanation. “and you John Carl, when I first saw you here your bone frame is Regen Bone Frame, but now it is different” John Carl frowns, and he quickly checks his status JOHN CARL SILVA LIGHT BONE FRAME TITLE REINCARNATOR LVL 9

They reached the base of the peak at noon. The bones were there. Luan had seen them in her dreams, but dreams were not the same as waking. The bones were massive. Larger than she had imagined. They glowed gold, even in the daylight. Light pulsed through them like a heartbeat. Like the three heartbeats behind her ribs. She walked to the largest bone. A rib. It was taller than she was. She placed her hand on it. The surface was warm. Almost hot. Why did you bring me here? she asked.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

Bitter enough to sting his throat, but it keeps his eyes open. School feels like it moves slower than usual. The hallways are lined with the same cracked lockers, the same faded posters warning about "Emotional Safety" and "Healthy Attachment Boundaries." A teacher drones on about calculus, but Atlas watches the clock instead, each tick dragging like it’s clawing at the fabric of time. He sketches again in his notebook, but this time it isn’t just bones. It’s a girl with white hair, sitting on a grave, staring back at him with eyes he’d never seen up close.