City Of Bones Novels & Stories

As if programmed to welcome us through ever single place here in the arena, cold lights glowed from the place lens-like eyes as it addressed us in a mechanical monotone, "Greetings to all of you, players number 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, and 13, from both the team of Amethyst Serpents & Scarlet Ravens — the unfortunate souls who have chosen to venture into this realm of decay. You have now reached the second stage of your trials, the Crypts of Bone..." "The Crypts of Bone is a place of death and decay where the bones of the dead lie in piles, their skulls staring out with empty eye sockets, a place of gloom and perpetual darkness where the bones of those who came before now litter the cold, damp gro

She looked at the skeleton again, her skin crawling. “A legacy of rot.... That's what it is. I want no part of it.” He didn’t correct her, pulling his phone out of his pocket instead. "You should head back inside." he told her. "what about you?" she asked him. He turned around and locked gaze with her, his phone pressed to his ear. "Me.... Well I'm going to move the body and hope the dead can forgive me." ************************************************** The walk back through the tunnels was silent, the weight of what she’d seen sinking into her bones like cold rain.

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.

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

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

“Why do you care so much?! “Man you never fail to buy some bottle here each night. Can you still drink water? I mean with these bottle will never help you forget anything.” Demir smirk at the man and pointed his finger on him. “Mind your own business!” then he threw his payment to the man and left the shop. He was walking back to his apartment with his broke outfit like no one would notice that he was once a billionaire and hailed in the business field. “People really want to know other peoples lives! Pathetic!” While on his way home he needed to cross the street that was dim by the broken bulb. He did not mind about the surrounding because of being dizzy by the liquor.

"So I did something stupid. I destroyed his bike, got back with my ex, and said some things I shouldn't have. But it worked. Griffin hates me. He's safe. He's fine. Sure, I could have done something else. I could have talked to him about what I'm doing. I could have spoken to Vanessa. But I got myself into this, I have no intention to drag innocent people into. No matter what the alpha says, Griffin is one of the good ones. He deserves a chance at survival. If I'm correct, they'll be taking another kid today. The gym teacher is more involved now. He can suck a glass dick. His life, I will tear to shreds and laugh about it. So let's go over a few things that I've gathered. Some of the adults

"I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons are stored there." Then it was Daphne's turn. "I saw first the destruction of Nightshade at the farmhouse. Wolves and Hunters were fighting. Then I saw the destruction of The Diamond Pack Compound." "What does it mean?" I asked without thinking. She looked directly into my eyes. "It means that if we don't succeed in taking down and destroying Nightshade, then they will destroy us here at the Compound instead."

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.

“You’ve bound yourselves too deep. Now the city itself is your opponent.” The abyss pulsed through the streets. Reflections formed, but this time they weren’t only fragments of us. They were fragments of the city. A cracked lamppost twisted into a spear. A shattered window became an eye that tracked every motion. A street of collapsed warehouses shifted, rising like ribs from a buried skeleton. The city wasn’t just the board. It was the player. --- The first move struck fast. A building across from us groaned, shadows peeling from its surface. They twisted into tendrils that lunged like serpents, aiming straight for Vera.