Bones The Boneless Bride In The River Novels & Stories

I can't let them kill the Capo dei Capi and his possible heir, these bastards can't give out with a three-for-one. River does come in via the window, she comes in through the door, dragging in a dead man by his tie. "Requiem, look what I found." She giggles, pleased with herself. "Oh." "I brought a friend," I grin. “Say hi to the cowards, mon amour.” River raises her gun and the men squirm, finding their weapons. “Where I come from, that's considered rude,” she tells them. “Same,” I sigh, pulling out my blade. “One last chance?” I pause, watching them.

Something else was growing inside me. Every door opened into a hall that had changed. The altar had become a banquet chamber. Its walls bled slowly. Curtains hung from the ceiling, stitched from skin and bone. The tables weren’t set with food, but heirlooms. Daggers, goblets, blood-binding jewelry, ancient books. And in the center—another crown. The bone crown that had been carving into my dreams for days. One of the bride spirits leaned in close. She was female. Her forehead was hollowed, her cheek disfigured by an ancient wound. But her eyes… they were intact. And piercing.

William stated firmly, dismissing her concerns. Regina was fully occupied preparing River for the blind date. She took her shopping for clothes at the mall, ensuring she found the perfect outfit. Afterwards, they headed to the salon for a makeover, where River had her hair styled and nails done. River looked stunning in a short black gown that hugged her perfect slim figure. The gown featured an alluring open back that added a touch of sexiness to her look. She completed the outfit with white platform heels and a silver purse, while her hair was elegantly tied up in a bun.

*** "Bride enters the room!" River, who was standing on the altar wearing a white suit, immediately straightened up when he heard a loud exclamation along with the ballroom door being opened wide. A smile appeared on his lips, between feeling happy and excited to see Daisy walking towards him carrying a bouquet of white daisies in both hands and a piece of tissue on her head. "What is this?" asked River, taking the tissue from above Daisy's head after the woman stood before him. "This is my bridal veil," said Daisy as she took her tissue from River's hand and put it back on her head. "You can't reveal it until we finish saying our wedding vows."

They love their power too much to let that seat go unfilled. Our march forward is slow, but steady, and as soon as we enter the treeline, the branches and trunks provide our weary ears with some relief. Finally able to clear my head, I look around, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Up ahead, shining like a gem, is the Crystal River. The Merriweather is the only ship in dock, welcoming us, promising smooth sailing downriver until we reach the River Nexus and the Bone Palace. Once we’ve passed the village of the River Keepers, we’ll be safely out to sea, where, hopefully, Ona waits with reinforcements.

“I’ll go first. I wish her love.” “I wish her happiness,” Laura smiled. “I wish her a lifetime of great sex!” Olivia stated. They all laughed. Then Olivia added, “It’s weird. Because the river looks red, like it would be warm. But I bet it’s really cold.” “Well, you’re gonna find out tomorrow,” Lily said. “This is where the wedding will be,” Lily said, smiling. “Right here, at the river’s edge. And as my bridesmaids, you’ll have to get the rings from the river.”

Colors pulsed alive in the dim light: cobalt colliding with crimson, veins of gold splitting the dark. Then I saw it. One stroke. Angled. Deliberate. A fracture cut through chaos. My breath stuttered. Memory surged. A brush dragged across canvas. Laughter spilling warm against my shoulder. Her voice: Not like that. Let me fix it. See? Every break can shine if you know how to cut the light. My chest constricted. It was her. My hands clenched the frame until the wood groaned. This was Asaraiah—my bride, living, breathing, fierce. But through that stroke I saw her. The one buried by time. The ghost I’d failed.

“Get dressed. Smile. Act like a CEO.” I got dressed. Forty minutes later I was at the stern of a restored wooden river boat with a canvas canopy and champagne sweating in a silver bucket at my elbow, staring at the brown-green water sliding past and wishing I were anywhere else on the planet. Sabrina was on the upper deck in a yellow sundress with thin straps that left her shoulders bare. She was leaning against the railing beside Felix and two of the bride’s cousins, and the hem of her dress lifted every time the wind gusted and pressed against her thighs. I kept my eyes fixed on her thighs, admiring the fullness of them.

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I wrinkle my nose and look between Thade and Rune. ‘Let’s just get this over with,’ Rune sighs. It’s Thade that goes first, his boots and socks strapped to his horses saddle. His breeches rolled up to the knee as he leads his horse out into the water. Rune encourages me to follow. The water is icy, against my ankles.I grimace, sucking in a breath as I step into it and the river crashes into my legs. ‘Be brave,’ Rune encourages softly, ‘this is your adventure Lana,’ she keeps her voice low. I’ve dreamt of adventures my whole life. I just never expected one to be so frigid.