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Yet, no matter how furious he became, the relentless force continued to strike at his skeletal frame. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of impacts echoed continuously, and the elder’s bones shimmered with a faint, silvery light. Adrian observed, slightly surprised. “I didn’t expect your bones to be this ancient, with such a peculiar quality. Truly impressive.”

"You damn piece of shit, using my beloved Bone to threaten me?!" Mitbahl's fist slammed into the car door beside him, leaving a noticeable dent. "You can mess with anyone, but you can't touch my Bone!" "Ten seconds, I want to hear the sound of money hitting my account, or else..." Misoup remained unfazed. Even starting a countdown: "Ten, nine..." "Ah, you little devil! How can I live without Bone?!" Mitbahl pounded his chest, filled with anguish.

He stands before the cave's entrance, ready to face the guardian with the support of his loyal friends. Inside the cavern, they encounter the phoenix, its feathers ablaze with brilliant hues of orange and gold. It unleashes waves of searing flames, testing their agility and teamwork. Amelia uses her magic to create protective barriers, while Aphelion swifts through the air, striking with calculated precision. Fenrir taps into the power of the Moonstone, using its energy to enhance his strength and agility.

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

The sound of compliments filled the air. "Ms. Bowen, you're so beautiful! No wonder you're the apple of your parents' eye!" "Of course, the richest man only has one precious daughter. They spoil her, hand and foot. I heard they even bought a small asteroid and named it after Ms. Bowen!" The only daughter. I lowered my gaze, unable to hold back a bitter laugh. This place was never meant for me. What was I even hoping for? I turned to leave, but a group of rich young women blocked my path.

Jax led them forward with shaky steps, a warrior stood beside him holding up a torch to illuminate the dark surroundings. Lani also had a torch clutched with her both hands as she fidgeted. Cain placed his hand on her shoulder as a means of comfort. They finally reached the place and everyone stopped. The bones were there, shocking those who doubted. White, dry bones belong to people who were long decayed and gone. Skulls stared back with empty black holes. The ground littered with ribs, arms, fingers and several other bones Cain's face darkened. Others gasped.

Why the fuss? The drive to Belmont Academy takes twenty minutes through increasingly wealthy neighborhoods. Robert tries to make small talk, but I can barely hear him over the pounding of my heart. When we pull up to the school, my stomach drops. It’s a castle. Actual stone architecture, ivy-covered walls, perfectly manicured lawns. Students stream from expensive cars.They’re all beautiful in that effortless rich-kid way: designer clothes under their uniforms, expensive bags, confidence that comes from never worrying about money.

Not here. Not like this. Rowan’s grip never loosened And somewhere beyond the pain Beyond the fracture The bond fought back. ---

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.

​Lyra stared into the shadowed hollow beneath the throne, her gaze snagged on the relic the old texts simply called the Bone Crown. For generations, they had passed down the names like heirlooms—a curse, a prison, an ancient piece of iron that kings feared and Bearers died to carry. But none of them had ever understood its true shape. It hadn't been forged to rule or to break; it had been hammered into existence to kill whatever was currently looking back at her through the dark. And somehow, through some cruel trick of blood and momentum, she had just dragged it back to the land of the living.