Bone Kings Novels & Stories

“Did you see the way she rolled his skull right into his bones?” Another skeleton asked. “How can I see, Bony? I have no eyes!” The caged skeletons chortled and goofed around. “Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliant!” Skully cried out excitedly, holding his skull in his palm. “Not everyone is this pro at bone bowling. How long have you been doing this?” “Uh… this was my first time,” Xanthea said with a proud, excited smile.

Each dragon only had one inverse bone in their bodies, which was the essence of their bones. And this sword on display was made from a random piece of bone. Not to mention, there weren't any ancient runes that made up any formations on the sword. This kind of thing, the gods would clearly not want it! “One million two hundred thousand!” “One million five hundred thousand!”

It's as cheesy as ever. "Natalie, what kind of slushy do you want?" Collin asks. "Lime," I say. "Okay, be right back," Collin says, heading toward the kitchen. "Thanks," I shout. Mrs. Abernathy gestures to me to follow her. We have a seat next to a large knight. I haven't seen him before. "Is the knight new?" I ask. "Yes, we just got him from an antique dealer. I call him Sir Knightly," she adds.

He looked good, powerful…with none of the weighted exhaustion the rest of us seemed to feel, and the longer I stared at him, the clearer it became why that was. The king of sin and debauchery had been drinking. I could tell from the tell-take red line under his eyes that showed even through the black kohl that rounded their almond shape. His pert lips were turned down into angry worried lines that would have been pretty if his deep bronze eyes didn't look so goddamned terrified. “We’ve got a problem, boys. Kiernan Bones and a couple of his men just showed up to our fortress unannounced and unarmed,” he spat and I cocked my head reflexively to be sure i’d heard him correctly.

Other lowly stermons followed along. The black nymphs finally did their purpose, exploding into black resins on the pavement. The stermons kneeled on the pavement, creating a small weak earthquake one by one. The stermons let out a roar, and the winged skeletons collapsed and rained bones. They crafted a long bridge out of bones, stuck them together with black resin. They should be patient making the right thing in their job because when the prince sets foot in it, he either destroys it or keeps it. That's the sad thing to work under him.

The rest of the box is white quartz which has a cavity inside it to hold the pieces. Jessie squeals running her hands over it, then she opens it to reveal the pieces inside it. Which are all in their own little divots in blue velvet cushioning. The pieces are unlike anything he’d ever seen before, the two sets are made of Damascus steel, one in blue and one in gold. The rooks, are styled to look like the bird of the same name, the knights are horses rampant. The bishops are men with mitres on, and carrying croziers.

she informed them. They quickly nodded, giving her a go-ahead. Sabine reached up to one of her cabinets, pulled out a large hefty book, and dumped it on the kitchen counter, then shuffled in her apron and pulled out a string of dry bones. Bernice peered at the bones, observing it oddly. She could not place what creature the bones were gotten from, human or beast. Nevertheless, all she was interested in was what it could do.

“Same. I’d rather fight something living. Easier to kill.” “Zombies aren’t technically living, they’re dead already.” Cal’s shoulder lifts in a shrug. “Still easier to fight flesh than metal.” “Guess that’s a good point,” I sigh, settling into his lap. His arms wind around my waist, holding me upright in his firm grip. “Would you rather…” I muse, tapping my chin. “Have ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife? Or have a knife, but never be able to use spoons?”

It tried to swallow him whole, but Asher prevented its mouth from closing with his legs. Impatient, Evelyn sent the twelve beasts that had been circling him. Asher dispatched them through sheer strength. Finn avoided them by swerving and swaying and stumbling. “Alright, Finn, let’s see you fight this.” Evelyn unraveled the bandages around her gigantic, revealing that it was not made of metal but made of gold with spikes instead of a flat blade. It ran down until its hilt. “This is another trump card that I trained with. It was hard to train, but now it's finally obeying my commands."

Turning towards the voice, he watches me with a hidden agenda, gulping down a ball of saliva, I only manage to nod not having the courage to speak up. "I'm kelechi" he introduced. Stepping away from the wall, he stalks closer, moving like a gazelle, his calculative eyes holds mine captive. Feeling uncomfortable, shrinking back into my toes, I look down. Pointed animal pattern shoes come into view, black tailored pants with straight vertical lines. Humming out gently he walks away leaving me perplexed. When his gone from the front door, i look up to heaven at the white creamy ceiling. My palm are rough harden from the days of labour, squatting down my back ached in protest. A dull familiar st