City Of Bones Kindle Novels & Stories

“It’s not far; it should be just up front!” Since time would never wait on anyone, Alex and the team immediately rushed over to prevent any obstacles from popping up. The old man within the Martello Celio used his powers to carry Jade as well, walking side by side with Alex. They noticed a gigantic block of white appear before their eyes in just a few moments. Upon closer look, they realized that it was the White Bone City. The city walls and gates, along with the tall buildings, were all made from bones. There were lots of human bones and quite a few large beast bones too.

The city never slept, and neither did her heartbeat. Ari weaved through the crowded streets, heels clacking against cracked pavement, neon signs reflecting off puddles like broken mirrors. The air smelled of fried food, gasoline, and something else—something electric, almost alive. She pulled her hoodie tighter around her, trying to disappear into the shadows, but she never quite could. Not when the city hummed with life, not when danger lurked just out of sight, and certainly not when he was near.

Just the two of them. But then came the sickness. The mysterious fever that spread through their village, the strange behavior in the infected—the eyes that glowed too bright, the bodies that changed. And Brawn, stubborn and selfless, had gone to help. He’d gone into the woods after one of the infected children wandered off. He never came back. A letter was sent to me two days later— the death of my brother. I had refused to come back to the town, I didn't bare to see the place he'd spent his last memories or maybe it was guilt.

The road to the city was a graveyard of bones. They littered the frozen mud like broken pottery—shattered ribs, splintered femurs, wolf skulls picked clean by crows. Silas walked ahead, his boots crunching through the debris without slowing. He hadn’t spoken since dawn, his silence as heavy as the rifle slung across his back. I kept my corrupted hand buried in my coat pocket, the skin beneath the fabric raw and hot. The veins had spread past my wrist overnight, black and swollen, throbbing with every heartbeat.

The moment my finger brushed the center of the spiral, my ribs flared with heat. The mark beneath my skin responded—fast and bright. Not burning. Calling. It knows this place. I tore my hand back. The spiral faded to a whisper under my ribs, but it didn’t vanish. Just waited. Like it wanted to be touched again. The ground around the hearth was littered with bones. Small. Birds, maybe. A wolf tooth half-buried in ash. Charred twigs arranged like ribs. Something had died here. Something had been brought here to die.

Then we slipped away from the volcanic mountains, and stepped into a sprawling, endless wasteland: bleached white sand stretching forever, skies that looked bleached too, and heat that felt like it wanted to burn the world clean. The Desert of Bones deserved the name. Half-buried in the shifting dunes were colossal petrified skeletons of ancient beasts—ribcages the size of cathedrals , skulls with jaws wide enough to swallow a packhouse whole. The sun hammered down with oppressive, searing radiation that made the air shimmer like it was about to crack. On the first day, we moved with relentless speed. But when the sun hit its zenith on the second day, the heat turned into a catalyst. The dar

My body doesn’t belong to me. Something else does. The Bone Seer slithers in the cracks of my skull, whispering promises I never asked for. She carries fire. She carries the end. You will be her knife or her coffin. I try to shut it out, but it crawls deeper, scratching its words into bone. Images slam against me: Morwenna with blood dripping from her crown; a child with eyes like silver flames; armies kneeling in ash. I want to wake. I want to warn her. My chest convulses, useless, but in the darkness, I swear I feel a hand—small, burning—press against mine.

"Put them out of their misery." "Focus," I hissed, grabbing his shoulder. "If you kill them, the flow of energy stops. Heriberto wakes up. We are here for the book." We reached the third level. The air grew colder. The purple crystals were brighter here, throbbing with a heartbeat rhythm. Thump. Thump. And then we saw it. The Bone Orchard. It was a massive natural cavern. The floor was covered in bones...animal bones, mostly, piled waist-high. But in the center, a structure rose. A throne made of human femurs and skulls, fused with black glass.

Something about them felt… wrong. Not just the way they were scattered or how old and discolored they looked, but the energy—if you could call it that—clinging to them. It was dark. Heavy. Suffocating. I felt it the moment the last layer of soil had been brushed away. A slow, creeping dread slithered its way up my spine, curling around my throat and tightening like a vice. Alpha Camden’s voice shattered the silence, sharp and commanding. “Everyone, back away from the bones. Now!”

I freed half the skeletons from the cage, leaving the rest to do their duty to Vienthrey. “Right then,” I told the skeletons. The soldiers were accustomed to them and did not question their presence. They had named the ones that patrolled their streets, I found out as we travelled, as well as many of the surviving skeleton vermin. I shook my head in bafflement, but it made sense that a city which embraced the presence of a dragon in its queen’s bed, would accept the presence of skeletons in its streets. As we travelled through the countryside, I cast out. Aurien had said that some had gone missing. We made camp on the side of the road, and the arrival of five additional skeletons startled th