City Of Bones Kindle Novels & Stories

suspiciously at Conrod. Conrod looked down in embarrassment. He stood for a couple of seconds and, unable to bear the ridiculous situation, headed away from this place. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of the old part of the city, if you do not go too deep into the slums, this is a very nice place with good architecture. A painfully familiar ringing tone sounds, Conrod picks up his cell phone. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of th

Below, the cracked pavement gleamed like a shattered mirror, turning the puddles into mosaics of shadow and neon reflection. I, Lila Voss, had come to this forgotten stain of a town on a map because I thought I could outrun a ghost. Not a literal one—though looking at the skeletal remains of the storefronts lining the street, I wouldn’t be surprised if this town had plenty of those, too. No, I was running from the ghost of who I used to be. The city had been a cage, a suffocating construct of steel and expectations where every breath felt borrowed and every day closed tighter around my throat. I had packed my life into a single backpack, tied my dark hair back in a hasty, fraying ponytail, a

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

I selected the photos that told a different story , the ones she did not know I had, the ones that could ruin her little façade. My thumb hovered over the post button. My heart pounded, a strange blend of fury and exhilaration flooding my chest. And then, with a slow, defiant smile, I hit share. If Rosaline wanted to play games with me, I was finally ready to play back. Emily – Point of View The city was unusually quiet for some reason . From my penthouse office, the hum of construction below drifted upward workers laying the foundation for the hospital that would one day stand as my greatest act of both kindness and revenge.

The warmth inside me swelled, hotter…heavier. Until my vision blurred at the edges. The weight in my chest was unbearable now, suffocating. The bones in my arms and legs felt like they might split open… and my organs out for the world to see Another crack. Then the dam shattered. The power didn’t flow out… It ripped free like a blood-lusted wolf that had been set free to hunt, an eruption so forceful it wrenched a scream from my throat. The man in front of me howled. His body melted like plastic, flesh dissolving into a pulsing mass of meat and flies.

A city. Or what used to be a city. Rubble and ash and nothing standing above ground level as far as the image reached in every direction. Not bombed. Not burned. Something else. Something that had taken an entire city apart at a structural level like the ground itself had rejected it. "Kev," Drak said. "Three hundred years ago. This was a city of forty thousand people." He held the photograph steady. "It took eleven days after his powers fully surfaced. He did not mean to. He had no control. Both worlds fighting over him pushed his blood past the point of containment and forty thousand people paid for it."

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

Blood splattered like pouring red seawater, dyeing the boundless sea of trees and land red. Only after Black Lightning turned into a streak of flowing light, disappearing into the distant horizon, did the Golden Baboon, whose strength was comparable to a Semi Martial Emperor's, hit to the ground after being severed into two. Soon, it was devoured by insects, ants, and ferocious beasts of the dark forest, only leaving behind white bones. One could see such a phenomenon everywhere in the Bone-burying Forest. Under its lovely green canopy of tree crowns, countless strange white bones were piled up like mounds, above and below heaps of fallen leaves and humus. It looked as horrifying as a sea of