Bone Warrior Novels & Stories

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

Bone manipulation Lv 5 (20 AF) (v) Change the bone structure of the user without lasting consequences. The number of bones and time of the change varies with skill level. [Affinities]: None The second one appeared right beside the first one, it was considerably smaller but didn't look as decrepit as the bone vulture. It had a healthy complexion, blood-red feathers, bright yellow pupils, and sharp talons. "And you'll be Max E. Mumm!" declared David, feeling proud of his naming sense. [Name: Max E. Mumm]

It leapt from her fingertips, burning through the corruption without harming her allies. She realized then she was not just a weapon. She was the counterbalance. The fire that healed as much as it destroyed. Her brother approached under a flag of truce. “I never meant for this to be war,” he said, eyes almost human again. “But you left me no choice.” Emily stared at him. “You never gave me one.” And then, from the rear of the Bonefire ranks, something ancient stirred, something not even her brother controlled. A beast, part wolf and half ghost, with a body composed of bone and ember, arose from the darkness outside the battleground. The Bonefire Beast. It turned its dead eyes on Emily and ho

"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."

But he was breathing just shallow breaths and a weak heartbeat. We headed Brandon saying he will come back for what belongs to him and for Cody's head even if it was the last thing he did. The triplets come to check on us after a while saying they have gifted lycans to protect, a boner and a ground breaker. A boner has extra bones that he can produce out of any joint in his body and make a weapon out of it. While a group breaker they can make under ground caves and one punch to the ground they can creak open a big hole, can make a quake too. And also a lycan thay can kill you by touch, the touch of death.

I raised a brow, "Just spill it Thomas." He smirk. "So I tracked his arrest to Bone-saw prison." Everybody tensed. 'Oh! fucking great! Xander you fucking asshole, why Bone-saw of all places'. Bone-saw is a retraction center in the human population used to jail stray wolves or rogues. Once a wolf goes bad, he finds himself in Bone-saw, not only that. Bone-saw is known to be ruled by the werewolf king so being there meant you just got granted your death wish.

The River of Bones cuts through the landscape like a jagged black ribbon, its dark waters swollen by the spring melt, rushing violently over the limestone deposits that give it its name. I walk at the absolute head of the column, my bare arms exposed to the damp valley fog, the dark leather tunic fitting snugly against my ribs like a second skin. Beside me, Clyde matches my stride step for step, his massive frame radiating a heavy, rhythmic heat that acts as a fortress against the chill. The black shadow-energy bleeding from his skin pools around his heavy leather boots, leaving faint, charred outlines on the wet grass with every step he takes. Behind us, three hundred iron shields move in a

It was the day of my release and Nick bought some loose-fitting clothes for me to go home in. They were comfortable and easy to put on without straining myself. Nick pulled the car round to the front of the hospital while I waited outside. I couldn’t help but feel on edge being stood outside alone. Dan still hadn’t been found and I hadn’t spoken to Claire since coming around. Nick pulled up as close to me as he could, jumping out of the car and running round to my side, he opened the door and helped me in. My wound was still sore when bending, doctors said it could take months for the pains to settle fully.

Yet, despite the fierce glow, Thane felt no heat, only a series of electric pulses that coursed through his veins like a revitalizing elixir. As the pulses intensified, Thane's bones began to shift and realign, the cracking sounds of reformation echoing through the air like the snapping of twigs. It was as if his very skeleton was being rewritten, reformed into a stronger, more resilient version of itself. Thane felt his body tremble, awakened by the surging energy that flowed through his veins.

“I know I’m weak... but that wasn’t... there before.” The boned man chuckled, “No it wasn’t.” He swung his leg over his horse and dismounted. He reached up and brought Ava down from his horse. “It’s time to heal you, lass.” He carried her into the cave and laid her down on a pile of fur that he had. “Stay with me.” “I’m... trying.” She took a couple of small breaths. “Az-ra-el,” she gasped out without a thought.