Bones Worth Novels & Stories

she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet. “That’s right. Except for existing, Boredbones never does anything,” Skully said. “Not as jolly as the others. Maybe because of a few minor cracks and fractures he has. But he is the obedient one. Boredbones, go with your new master and behave.” Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside.

Bone Knight Level: 150 Health: 13000 Mana: 1500/1500 Attack: 400 Defense: 300 Speed: 45 [Skills: Bone Wall, Soul Siphon, Bone Storm, Death's Embrace: (Passive) Mortifer's presence weakens enemies, reducing their attack and defence by 10%. Improved Bone Armor, Improved Bone Shield, Improved Bone Spear, Undead Fortitude, Bone Wall, Bone Prison, Command Undead, Summon BoneStalker] [Buffs: Unbreakable Will: Immune to fear and charm effects.]

"State... your... burden." Lyra's mouth went dry. She looked instinctively toward the Guardian, but he gave only the slightest shake of his head. "I can't answer for you," he said quietly. "The Wardens know borrowed words." The silence that followed felt heavier than the mountain itself. Lyra lowered her eyes to the broken fragments of the Bone Crown resting in her hands. Their edges glowed faintly, warm against her skin. For a moment she saw not the silver shards, but the faces of those who had paid for them: her father, the Hollow Ones, the nameless dead whose stories had been buried beneath history.

"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.”

Well, oh sh*t. They were aware that Zayn only had about 400 million dollars of working funds too. Their hearts ached at the thought that it was all going to waste. A lot of people shared the same thought, thinking that Zayn was overestimating himself for trying to match Dagon in his wealth, and they lamented over the 400 million dollars spent for nothing. “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.”

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.

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.