Bones Books Characters Novels & Stories

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

Then he said, "Because I was once lost too. And someone found me." I looked at him—really looked at him—and saw for the first time the sadness in his burning eyes. The weight of years. The scars that covered his arms, visible beneath his rolled sleeves. "What's your name?" I asked. "Bjorn," he said. "And you're Lyra. The half-blood who stabbed an Alpha and jumped off a cliff." He almost smiled. "You'll make a fine story someday." I laughed—a broken, exhausted sound. "If I live long enough to tell it."

Iron chains and torture devices hung on the walls. My wrists and ankles were shackled in icy chains. The chill bit deep into my bones, cutting my skin and drawing blood. At that moment, Sophia walked in with a small bag of purple wolfsbane powder. Her lips twisted into a cruel grin as she said, "Last chance. Sever the mate bond and leave the Shadow pack." Having said that, she scattered the powder over my wounds. Pain tore through me, and I screamed, my mouth tasting of blood. "Never!" I spat blood on her face. "Even if I rot here and turn to ash, I'll never let you have your way!"

It was a low, rhythmic hum—a thousand voices vibrating in sync with the mountain itself. ​As they stepped into the cavern, the sight took Seraphina’s breath away. Built into the giant crystal pillars were homes, bridges, and gardens of glowing moss. And the people... they weren't just demons, and they weren't just witches. ​She saw children with small, curled horns and glowing blue fingertips. She saw warriors with charcoal-gray skin and eyes like silver coins. ​"The Unseen," Arion whispered, his eyes wide. "The legends were true. The children of the Forbidden Bonds... they didn't all die in the purges."

He winks at me as Oona packs up the chess board. She walks past me with the board and slipped a handmade tiny book with a few pages into my right palm. "You can read it now." She says, "Bones won't tell on me." I smile at her and look at the piece of paper. The cover has a gymnast with long hair. It has a title written in capital letters; "HOW TO GET MY SWEET CHUBBY CHEEKS XYANA TO CONVINCE MY DAD TO BUILD A GYMNASIUM FOR THE PACK."

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.

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.

She had so much energy and seemed to be very enthusiastic about knowing me. “Wren is a lovely name. My name is Onyx.” Although I was confused by her interest in me, children were the one exception to the rule and safe from my wrath. They were innocent in it all, no matter which race they came from, and I found them to be quite entertaining at times. “Thank you. I like your name too, and you’re soooo pretty! Are you like a vampire princess or something?” I laughed but before I could answer Atlas chimed in. “Yeah. She is kind of like a princess and really pretty, huh?” My eyes met his again.

He only wore a casual shirt under a suit of armour on his torso. Then there was Bran who wore light armour. His hair and eyes were brown in colour while his armour was bright blue. He seemed to be the youngest of the three. “Before that, let me introduce to you. This is Shim Boon, he’s a specialist in herbs and a skilled warrior Hunter. This is Izz, our chef but he’s taking a day off today. He’s also a skillful Hunter. And lastly Bran, which you have already met before.” “Seriously boss? That’s all we get for our intro?” Shim Boon commented.