Bones Genius Novels & Stories

The man himself was not an ordinary vampire and could survive for years without reading on blood. If there was anyone that could birth an anomaly, it was him. It was not just him being genius though because there was a slight resemblance between the two. Her nose and her eyes were exactly his. She loved to play but could also be very reserved, too reserved for a child. All these were not enough to prove that she was his daughter so he had Trent look into it. "I'm okay. Don't disturb him, he's busy". He heard Marissa say to who he smelt was Claire.

She nodded, and turned on her heels. "Who do you think is the genius?" Scott asked, and turn to him. They both stare at each other, thinking of it could be, until Alex responded. "The girls." He responded, and Scott eyes widened.

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

“You really have amnesia, right?” Evie frowned. Hadn’t she already said it? “Yeah?” James nodded. “I believe you fully now. You even forgot I’m from class A.” EEEEEH? “What? You’re from class A?” Class A was the special brain class of the year. It’s where Hanz and his study mania brethren were. This little mandrill was from that class. “Boss, your gaze is offending. I’m really from class A and I’m even in the top fifty of the school. I’m a de Lancy. If my grandpa sees me getting bad results I will get disowned.”

Gary was a slightly chubby guy with blonde bow cut hair. He wore a pair of round glasses and he’s actually a genius in terms of everything. He has the Dino-body of a triceratops and is still in the hatchling stage, due to him not usually doing any sort of exercise or anything. The only state that keeps improving is his intelligence.

Ed, Tyrell, Archer, Ian, Frank, Shadow and Ben headed out while Simon, Amelia and Daniel headed upstairs. “Remember, Angiogenic Neural plasticity is a genetic condition where the person is lethally allergic to neurotoxins.” Ben reminded Ian with a smile as they split. “I will sleep over at Ben’s tonight. You two take my car.” Ed instructed Archer and Ian. No one thought much of it, Ben’s lips curled upwards. ‘How could be not know what his best mates were dying to ask? He was impressed by them holding up this long.’ Archer and Ian took Ed car back to base.

I clapped my hands. The lights in the banquet hall dimmed instantly. A single spotlight snapped on, aimed at the center of the stage. The curtain slowly rose. There stood three massive transparent glass tanks. In the first tank was Sonny. His limbs were completely shattered, his body writhing weakly in nutrient fluid. In the second tank was Carmela, her mouth sewn shut. Vincent was in the third tank, both hands gone. Some guests covered their mouths and began to retch.

"You are...rr..a promising individual..heheheh..maYbE. IF yOu StOp BeInG SuCH A ScArEd liTtLe..shIT, aLl In tImE. That shit Cern got a pretty strong pupil as well but I think if you use my blessings well you will become incredibly strrrrrrongg. bUt! OnLy iF you USe thEm.....ONLY!" Claude was so confused, he decided to ask the question that seemed easiest to answer. "Who the hell is Cern?" "Huh?...hE's like Me, a God...he's a diCK thOuGh.....mm." Claude almost passed out from shock. Or maybe from hearing a giant monster call someone a "dick." "Y-you're a...uhm..a God?" Claude could almost feel the beasts burning gaze reach new blazing temperatures after it heard his idiotic rhetorical questio

You are a special kid. Mehrab is convinced by his mother thinking that he is a special kid. Unknown to him that his mother is crying for some unknown reason. He heard his mother singing a lullaby with her heavy voice. His little mind didn't understand what his mother has gone through for him.