Bones Worth Novels & Stories

The Bone Crown fragments grew almost too hot to hold. The Guardian stared in disbelief. "The old trial..." Elian whispered the words as though speaking them too loudly might awaken something worse. "I thought it had been destroyed." "What trial?" Cassian asked. Before anyone answered, the nearest Warden finally moved. It stepped forward with surprising grace for something so massive. Its bronze armor was scarred by countless battles, and deep cracks ran across its chest where stone still clung to the metal beneath. When it stopped before Cassian, it planted the tip of its sword on the floor.

"How can I help him?" "There's nothing you can do for him, Marelyn. We can only wait and see what happens next." "But he's a legacy werewolf! He's strong. Something like this can't destroy him." "The Bowl of Bones is the heart of dark magic. Its power is unmatched. Not even the moon goddess stands a chance against the dead. How the Ericksons got a hold of this power and created those bracelets will forever be a mystery."

Drawing the chair out I sat at the elegant table. Banging her hand on the table, I feared it would hurt but she only grunted out a ragged breath. "What's this so hard eeeh" she exclaimed "Wenti be this?" continuing with her angry speech she cleaned the sliver spoon squeezing the fabric tightly. I could only watch. "This time of the month is always the hardest" she spoke up after some minute. I only hummed out knowing I was missing an important massage. "Today is the lunar ball" Ebere said filling me in.

It was a noisy morning in the inn when they finally joined up again, many of the band pleased to see their leader well. “Boss!” Brite called as everyone settled down around two round tables pushed together. “Fucking hell, have you seriously been keeping that much gold the entire time?! I nearly choked when I heard how much the contract was worth, then I took the liberty of going through a few of the bags on the pack horses, figured you wouldn’t mind. If you had told me we had that much coin lying around, I would have said we could follow your dream to set up our own base ages ago.”

“You both will probably want to sit. This is going to be a strong and very focused spell. It’s probably gonna get a little wild.” Tiago and Leo exchanged a worried glance but followed her suggestion. It didn’t ease the tension Leo was feeling. I could sense both him and his wolf growing restless. My own fear simmered just below the surface, but I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to calm myself. Sinthy pulled out a small leather pouch closed with a drawstring. She lifted it so I could see it clearly. “These are Casting Bones, kind of like Fortune Stones.” The blank expression on my face must have shown more than I thought. Sinthy sighed. “Fortune stones? For telling the future?”

“Mr. Bones is amazing. He’s donated 400 million dollars—combining the three previous times, he’s donated a total of 440 million dollars. His wealth is sheer intimidation.” “I mean, duh, look at who Dagon Bones is. President of the Northmob Council. Besides, the Northmob Council is a money-making machine. Its value has gone over tens of billions of dollars a long time ago. Zayn Larson is worth billions at most, and 400 million dollars is all he can squeeze out of his working funds. He’s basically good as a goner now.” “Yeah, he’s a maven—the best in Guineve—but his wealth lacks too much compared to Mr. Bones. He’s digging his own grave this time.”

The price tag on three years of my youth and a body covered in scars. I looked at the bank card on the ground, lifted my foot, and brought it down hard. The sole of my shoe ground across the card with a sharp crack. "Julian Ashford, do you think everyone sees money the way you do -- as something that can buy anything?" Julian's expression darkened. He let out a cold laugh.

But if she waited too long, I’d walk up there and drag her down by her hair. Finley opened the front door and ushered Bones and his two cronies inside. “Always a pleasure.” I shook Bones’ hand. “Likewise. And where’s my little pleasure?” He wore a gray suit with a black tie, standing at my height but with much more fat around the middle. “She’s coming.” “Excellent.” Bones handed a suitcase to me. “It’s all in there.” While Bones was evil, he wasn’t a cheat. If he said the money was in there, I knew he was good for it. “Thank you.” I set it down beside me.

he explains. "I think I'll be fine," I say brushing it off. "Gargoyle bones are made of different material, you know." "What?" says Bennet surprised. "What do you mean?" "I don't remember the exact specifications, but I know that our bones happen to be much tougher than any other beings' bones. I think they're as hard as diamonds if I remember correctly." "Really?" asks Bennet. I smile. "Really," I say, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair of his forehead. Bennet smiles down at me.