City Of Bones Kindle Novels & Stories

she’d been crawling through a tunnel of ash and bark, and on the other side, he had waited. Not Victor. Her father. And he had spoken. Not a whisper. Not a riddle. But a truth she could not un-hear. Only the Hollowborn Alpha can kill him. Now she stood in the cellar again. The earth was shifting... not just in temperature, but in allegiance. The dirt beneath her feet felt alive. Breathing. Watching. She pried open the box. The bones, once clean and chalky, were now darkened and cracked. Wet in places. Mold blooming in fractal shapes along their lengths. Something unnatural had seeped into them… or out.

— The lower city looked like war. Dawn bled gray across ruined streets. Half the southern district still smoldered. Shopfronts had collapsed inward. Temple bells swung without rhythm in towers split by shadowfire. Bodies lined the alleys beneath white cloth. Survivors stared as Lyra passed. Some dropped to their knees. Some fled indoors. Word was already spreading. The Bone Crown walks. Lucien kept his hood low despite the blood drying across his side. They followed the trail through flooded stone streets. Black blood.

Beneath the moonlight, the room wasn't as illuminated as it was during the day, but I could still see clearly. When I turned my head, I saw that Zane wasn't here! He must have gone to the basement to "work out". This time, I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of "workout" he was doing. When I sat up, I heard a rattling noise as my left hand was pulled down. I tugged harder, only to find a silver handcuff around my wrist! The handcuff was connected to a chain that was firmly tied to the leg of the bed frame!

My body had never been cremated. The excavation workers, afraid of taking responsibility, secretly reported it to the police. That unintentional act became my greatest stroke of luck. When the forensic pathologist cut open my body, everyone gasped in shock— Sealed in cement, my corpse had been preserved, delaying decomposition. Though the skin had decayed, the muscles and bones remained intact. But almost all my blood had been drained. My body was so emaciated it was barely human, and even the bone marrow bore repeated puncture marks…

Even if I had to, I'd drag someone down with me. A rusty axe lay in the corner of the cabin, left behind after chopping firewood. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung at the lock. A loud clang echoed across the entire pack's territory, sending birds scattering from the rooftops. After a dozen swings, my arms burned with pain. The lock finally snapped. I shoved the door open and bolted. Under the moonlight, my skin gleamed an eerie violet. Clearly, the wolfsbane had seeped into my bones.

Another soldier, older, added hoarsely, “It didn’t last long. They screamed once, maybe twice. And then they… dried out. There was no blood, no flesh. Just bones left behind, like something had hollowed them out from the inside.” The words sank into me, cold and heavy. I looked down again at the bones. There was no blood on the floor. No stench of rot. It was just as though the bones adn clothes had been brought her as it was instead of the two alive men who were brought here for an investigation. My anger flared, sharp and immediate, but underneath it was something I rarely allowed myself to feel. Dread. This wasn’t the work of a knife or poison. This wasn’t even cruelty in the way I unders

Bastion opened the door and lowered his head to walk through keeping his eyes before him. Following behind him, Raven and her mama stole glances at each other in assurance they should continue following him. Neither of them were sure they weren’t being taken to their demises. “Bastion,” Alexandre whimpered, “Where are you taking us?” “Look.” Bastion pointed his long thick finger towards the other side of the room. There. The men that got away that day. Well the skeletons of them. But they had a tether to them. It looked like a spell bag hanging from each of their spines hanging over their rib cages. Bastion said some quiet words and the bones came alive as their spirits filled their dangling

The city, once teetering on the brink of annihilation, could be transformed into an impregnable fortress, a sanctuary for its people. The next day, the battlefield wore a new, chilling aspect. The monstrous corpses, stripped of their flesh by the relentless scavengers of the night, lay scattered like bleached bones across the ravaged landscape. Each skeleton, a testament to the ferocity of the battle, was a monumental task to move. It took the combined strength of two men to lift a single ribcage, and thousands of these skeletal giants had to be hauled and transported to the warehouse of the Merchant Association.

“We’re not safe here.” Jenna’s breath stilled. Because behind the stranger— Behind David Branson— The Bone King was rising. Silhouetted by lightning. Mask cracked. Eyes burning with murderous rage. Holding a new weapon. A spear tipped with human bone. And he hurled it— straight toward Jenna.

The world inside the mirror was not dark. It was a blinding, painful red. ​Seraphina stood in the middle of a city that was melting. Buildings made of white stone were dripping like wax, and the sky was a bruised purple, torn apart by streaks of black lightning. This was the past—the final hours of the first Great War. ​"So, the blood has finally called out to the void," a voice rang out. ​Seraphina turned. Standing on a balcony overlooking the ruin was a woman who looked almost exactly like her. She wore a dress made of shadows, and her arms were covered in the same blue tattoos, but hers were glowing so brightly they looked like they were made of neon.