Bones The Beginning In The End Novels & Stories

he said, "and we've only just begun." END OF BOOK ONE

“Death Death Death to all” Sung Frederick as we threw a body into the pile “I honestly don’t know if this is better, or worse” Said Quintus as he wiped off some barbarian blood on his sleeve. “A lot better than fighting I guess” I say, hopefully slightly raising the spirits of my squad mates. I continue to look for more bodies until one suddenly rises up and tries to attack us. He begins by screaming and swinging his spear wildly. An arrow stuck out from both his knee and belly while his left shoulder had a large bleeding bullet hole, and his skin was as pale as snow. This man was on his last drop of blood. “Stay back! TRUTH!” he screams then he stumbles and tries to balance himself with his

"My bones... they ache." "Good," he said, biting lightly at the tendon in my neck. "That means the wolf is waking. She's scratching at the door, Lila. Let her out." The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and blood-orange. The air in the hollow changed. The birds fell silent. The wind died down. A heavy, expectant stillness settled over the forest, broken only by the rhythmic, low thud of drums starting up deep within the den.

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.

" OH My Sweet, I am Fond of you. " ~ The End.~

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

The hope in several faces dimmed, replaced by wary expectation. Lucien folded his arms. "I've learned to dislike sentences that begin with 'one possibility.'" For the first time since arriving, the Guardian almost smiled. "So have I." His humor vanished as quickly as it appeared. He turned toward Lyra. His gaze settled on the leather pouch hanging from her belt. "The answer begins with the Crown." Lyra instinctively rested a hand over the pouch. "The Bone Crown?" "It was never created to imprison darkness." The statement made several people exchange confused looks.

“Who are you?” The man tilted his head. “I am the beginning. And soon… the end.” Then the monolith cracked. And the world began to burn again.

Long live the alliance of flesh and soul. THE END

Accordingly, it was the very same thing that was in Zephyr’s palm. This place was supposedly a barren land, with no plant in anyone’s sight. However, this place of land filled with grass had many white bones. They were human bones, mixed with the parts of other creatures. It was an incredibly weird sight. Suddenly, a bout of noises rang out. The noises had an obvious pattern to them. The ground beneath also shook at its arrival.