Bone Warrior Novels & Stories

But in the end, his body gave in, baring his throat in submission. “Severnaya Zvezda is in shambles,” he muttered. “Our warriors are a joke. There’s no point in continuing this sad excuse of a pack.” His voice turned bitter. “Besides, you don’t trust me. You won’t let me use the stone. Won’t even tell me where it is. You’re no longer the person who was my friend. You’re just a miserable fuck, petting a hedgehog against the grain because of some warped sense of duty.”

he explains. "I think I'll be fine," I say brushing it off. "Gargoyle bones are made of different material, you know." "What?" says Bennet surprised. "What do you mean?" "I don't remember the exact specifications, but I know that our bones happen to be much tougher than any other beings' bones. I think they're as hard as diamonds if I remember correctly." "Really?" asks Bennet. I smile. "Really," I say, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair of his forehead. Bennet smiles down at me.

Just then, the doors to the court swung open and a warrior stepped in, quickly lowering himself to one knee. “My Alpha,” he said urgently. “We have reports of a suspected magic user around the east border. The user was able to bring down the border gates but we are unable to identify him.” “Time to find out if you are truly worth keeping alive,” Cassian said, his gaze locking on mine. “We leave now.”

However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor. I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier. His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.

She swung her hand wide, and lightning cracked in an arc across the field, lighting up everything in sharp, deadly white. The butterflies disintegrated midair. But the cost was real. Another man—Doran, one of my oldest lieutenants—fell. His leg torn by something bigger than the orcs. A beast I didn’t recognize. Massive. Like a bear, but stitched together from shadow and bone. Its claws were iron. I moved fast, rage and magic swirling up my spine. My blade met the creature’s paw with a crack loud enough to shake the air. Sparks flew where steel met bone.

My skin prickled all over. I lifted my chin, though I could not see him. “I am here.” The ground shifted again, and I could hear the crackle of bones moving, assembling and snapping into place. The air grew thick with dust and the faint stench of marrow. My breath caught. Then, there was silence. A voice, closer now, said, “I am Calgorr, Spirit of Bones. The one who rules what is left behind.” Jasmine growled at my side, but I gave her a gentle touch of reassurance, though my hands trembled.

"Centuries ago before the creation of man. The moon and the earth were one living in perfect harmony. Then man was created by Yahweh placed incharge over every living, breathing being on earth. He dominated and ruled. The moon was a female deity called Luna worshipped by humans. Once every lunar eclipse a praise sacrifice is performed in her honour, she comes down to earth along with her two beautiful daughters. The eldest daughter Crescent fell in love with Chukwuma an Ozo title holder Nze na orzoh before the colonial administration. Chukwuma was a wealthy and respected during his time. Although her mother Luna was distrust over the matter, she allowed her daughter to marry the human. They

"Oh, Goddess of the Moon and Celestials, I present myself before you, a humble servant, ready and willing to accept the duties of the Luna, if it is indeed your will." Suddenly, the image of a beautiful young woman with white hair and a white wolf by her side appeared in the full moon. She smiled kindly at me, her eyes blue, boring deep into my soul. Then she nodded as she raised her hands. "Let it be so." All of a sudden, bright white light shone from her hands and shot into the seven Standing Stones of the circle, illuminating all. The beams shot from the stones into my chest, taking my breath away, causing my back to bend, pulling me up from the ground as Power coursed through me. Suddenl

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

Big mistake! I thirstily launched myself at the throat of the one who hurt her, and my fangs tore into his aorta until he let out an agonized cry. The others jumped in to help, but rage blinded me. The second one was even easier. He tried to throw himself at me. That’s when I stood up, and wrapping my arms around him, broke his spine right above my head. The cracking of his bones sounded like a pathetic plea. There were three more. They all jumped at once, but I wasn’t ready to surrender. Everything rose to an even more dangerous level, and I lunged at their throats one by one, tearing them apart and throwing their corpses at my feet.