City Of Bones Kindle Novels & Stories

After five minutes of patting around, I picked up a stick and lit the tip up with a Fire Nova. I slowly continued ahead, straining my ears to make sure I was not ambushed by anything unsavory. I glanced down and saw what appeared to be thousands of bones. Some broken, some intact and some that didn't belong to a person. Are these from all of the demon’s victims? I carefully tried not to break any of the bones while not tripping. It’s like it goes on forever- As far as I can see.

She could taste it in the air, feel it settling into her bones like the cold that never quite left this place. Bjorn's pyre had been the largest. The Elder had sung the old songs over him, the ancient words rising into the night sky, carrying his spirit to whatever waited beyond. The pack had howled until their voices cracked and the mountains echoed back their grief. And then they had scattered, retreating to their tents, to their families, to the small comforts of survival. Lyra had stayed.

Beneath the pond lay another world entirely! ​A massive city, its buildings constructed from human bone and black stone, stretched before me. From every corner, a haunting blue light emanated. Thousands of skeletons knelt along the streets, as if awaiting the arrival of a great empress. And ahead stood the royal throne, where the woman with my exact face sat. ​She wore a blood-red gown and a crown of black diamonds. She looked at me with a cryptic smile. She had no pupils; instead, blue fire flickered within her eyes.

In fact, Raider had a faint intuition that the symbols were placed here to seal or preserve this skeleton. It was strangely beautiful. Every single bone was pure white, unsullied by time. There wasn't even a speck of dust on it. What should've been an eerie sight actually gave a holy feeling, like the skeleton of a God. The light emitted by the skeleton was faint and soft but strangely hurt Raider's eyes when he looked directly at it. Even the blinding light from the magical symbols didn't have this effect. It was as if no one was qualified to look at this skeleton.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

Why did they suddenly turn into skeletons? He looked at the remaining two skeletons. He no longer sensed any power fluctuations nor vitality from them. “What’s going on?” James frowned. At that moment, a breeze blew toward him. The remaining two skeletons fell apart and turned into dust, scattering on the ground. James was the only one left in the vast city. It was tranquil. Nothing could be heard in the city, and the unearthly silence was terrifying. At that moment, James suddenly recalled the city's name—Silent City of Death.

The city hummed, alive but blind to the battle building beneath its streets. In three nights, the Bone Crows would strike. And this time — the war would bleed directly into their home.

Caspian took a step forward and slashed at the General of Bones with his sword. At this instant, the heavens and the earth fell into silence. Bang! When the silence was over, there were countless roaring and surging! Roar! The General of Bones was injured, and many of his bones had been smashed by Caspian, but he didn't break into pieces because of it. All of this was because the tomb of bones that could be used as the foundation of the Divine Bone Dock naturally contained an extremely large amount of Immortal Energy. Even though many years had passed and many of them had been consumed, there were still quite a few of them.

Rain smashed into the earth like it wanted to bury the whole damn city, turning the graveyard into a sopping mess of mud and hunched figures clutching black umbrellas. Sienna Calder stood off to the side, her boots sinking into the muck, her old jacket—splattered with paint from a dozen late-night rants—sticking out like a middle finger among the somber suits. She wasn’t here to weep. She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself.

020 The cell was cold, the kind of chill that burrows deep into your bones. I shifted on the hard bench, feeling the weight of the morning sun pressing heavily on my shoulders. My head throbbed from hours of restless thoughts—Ash’s betrayal, the blood on my hands, Lucas’s lifeless eyes staring back at me. The image wouldn’t leave.