Bones Chapter 4 Romane & Geschichten

A leg bone, from the surface, was almost rotten! The moment Samuel saw the bones on the legs, he thought of the skull he had obtained on Earth. He could not prove that the two bones belonged to the same body, but the feeling they brought to him was exactly the same. Samuel took a deep breath. The skull had already merged with him. The leg bone in front of him also contained a huge amount of energy. He seemed to have foreseen that the leg bone would eventually merge with his body. Although he knew that it would greatly improve his strength, where did these bones come from? Who left them behind? How could they merge with his body? This series of questions gave Samuel a headache.

Fear making him brave in the specific stupid way that fear does. She looks at him for a moment. Then at me. Something passes between us — not a question, not a request. Just information. Your turn for a moment. I push off the worktable. I cross to Caruso slowly, the way I cross to everything I've decided to deal with, and I take his right hand — zip-tied to the chair arm, fingers splayed — and I look at it the way I look at structural problems. Practically. Dispassionately.

He found me by accident. That was the part I had not planned for. ~~~ It happened on the forty-first day of my cultivation. The Ashen Heaven Scripture had advanced me through what the inheritance called the Hollow Bone stage — the body's first restructuring, where the meridians widened and the marrow began converting ordinary blood into something with faint spiritual density. It sounded significant. It felt like someone had filled my bones with hot gravel and then asked me to carry baskets for ten hours. I had learned to work through it. Pain was familiar territory. I had been navigating it since before I had words for what it was.

“Are you kidding?” Her face showed anything but a joke, a perfect mask of Ascended poise. She was mastering that part of being an Ascended beautifully. “He’s in for a long recovery. Wolf bones heal much more quickly than humans; that we know for a fact. But the healing is also propelled by proximity; when bones fracture or break, they almost seem to sense each other; wolves more so than humans, and reknitting that break or repairing a crack is easier. But Jack’s legs were so damaged, it’s like the bones splintered so badly and into so many pieces, it’s like they lost the ability to find their rightful place, like they ended up rearranging themselves because they didn’t know where else to go.

A loud noise sounded. Austin's expression shifted. A pained look appeared on his face, and he grunted as he staggered backward. "Sir." Right behind him, Aldus and Wolf supported Austin at the same time. Wolf's face was pale, and he looked at Austin in slight disbelief. According to the human skeletal structure, the kneecap was extremely hard, so if it collided with the leg bone, the leg bone would suffer even greater injuries. How could Austin not know about such a simple fact?

Warrior Princess Alpha's Betrayal Chapter 129 Tahira's Pov The stench of earthly scent and blood hit me as I walked slowly to the opening. It would have been dark for me if not for the lamp sticks on the wall which were arranged and lined up to lighten the path. I could see bones, and skulls of either humans or animals; I can't tell but I kept walking till I saw a figure over a body. I sobbed quietly with pain that I could feel the agony.

“This place is small. Weak. You bury yourselves in stone and bone, thinking yourselves safe. But stone is soil. And soil feeds the roots.” At that, the fissure widened. Black veins spidered through the walls, sprouting thorns growths of bone and ash, writhing as though alive. The floor buckled. Tombs shattered. From one sarcophagus spilled a monk’s skeletal remains — only to twitch, black vines threading through its ribcage like sinew. The dead began to stir. One rose on broken limbs, jaw unhinging in a scream without lungs. Another clawed free, clutching a rusted sword. Shadows wove through them like marionette strings, and one by one, they turned toward the living.

It’s like a cruel joke that neither of us understands. However, when I look closer, something is different. His arms bend odd angles, bowing and then snapping. I cry out, hearing them crack even from here. My heart races as Ethan’s body contorts, bending this way and that, more bones cracking and an alarming amount of hair sprouting from his entire body.

"I've hated these things for so long! Smash them all! I want everything replaced with new ones!" I trailed behind them, struggling to keep up. Perhaps my body had been frozen for too long, and the calcium in my bones had been lost. I was sore all over, and my bones scattered all over the floor with every step I took. At first, I panicked whenever I felt my bones scattering behind me. I would turn around, frantically trying to gather them up, only to remember I had been dead for a long time. What was the point of picking up the bones? All that remained of me was a hollow consciousness.

His deep blue eyes pleaded for my support. With a sad smile, I replied, “Okay.” … As we walked into the building I knew all too well, a wave of familiarity washed over me. I took a deep breath, and Tatiana's scent became stronger. Yes, wolves healed quickly, but when a big bone was broken, they needed to start over. Otherwise, the bone would heal improperly. Quick healing was not always a blessing. In cases of severe blood loss, we still needed blood to be pumped back into our bodies. Even though our bodies healed, blood did not replicate itself as quickly as skin, bone, and muscle. It was not easy.