Bone Graphic Novels & Stories

A cold deeper than any gesso settled in her bones. He began with postures. Not the expressive poses of a model, but rigid, architectural positions that strained her muscles and locked her joints. He would have her kneel for hours, back straight, arms held out to her sides like a crucifix, her varnished skin reflecting the dull light. He called this "the foundational brace." "Still," he would command, his eyes critical. "A frame does not tremble. A frame does not tire."

"But catching a falling oak mass with a single, extended limb? That’s bone density. That’s a calcification level that shouldn't exist in nature." "I am just a healthy woman, Señor Julian," I said, backing away toward the door. "Good soup. Lots of walking." "I’d love to see an X-ray of your radius and ulna," Julian mused, his eyes wide behind his spectacles. He looked like a man who had just discovered a new element. "The way the force was distributed through your shoulder... your deltoid didn't even twitch. It’s like you’re made of reinforced concrete." "I must go check the children! The soup! The laundry!" I blurted out, turning on my heel and shuffling out of the library as fast as my skir

"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.

Now if we were somewhat able to obtain the raw materials and able to process everything on our own, I'm sure there a machine on earth that can help process the raw bones to fine high-quality bone dust, then we can finally remove one expensive thing from the export list. "Sasu.. don't smashed the 2 animal skeleton..kill it with one hit…". Hearing my shout from behind, Sasu nodded and heed my reminder. The battle wasn't that hard for him, he easily wiped the floor with all the skeletal undead in just a minute, and with my order, he disables the 2 animal skeletal with a swift blow to the head that intermediately killed the animal skeletal with the whole bone structure still intact and pristine.

Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."