City Of Bones Novels & Stories

"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.

Chapter Fifteen “Diseased?” I echo. “Like with the flu or something.” “Or something,” Lucas replies. “Based on the decomposition of the body, he’d only been dead for about a day. But the blood…the blood smelled like it’s been festering for much longer than that.” “That doesn’t make sense.” I rub my forehead. “Then again, a hellhound turning into rats doesn’t either.” “Unless it was so they can scatter,” Nicole guesses. “I mean, if you think about it, it makes sense. One of those giant freaky dogs walking around the streets of Chicago is sure to draw attention. But rats…they live in the sewers.”

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

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…

Armor that gleamed wrong in the moonlight, silver, threaded with dark veins that caught and held the glow like poison. More figures broke from the trees, silent and swift, and suddenly the air was alive with steel. The candlelit path dissolved into chaos. Caelum was the first to strike. He shifted mid-leap, his body snapping into a hulking wolf with a sound of cracking bones, claws slashing as he barreled into the nearest man. The mercenary’s blade slashed across his flank, and Caelum snarled, stumbling. I saw the wound immediately, not just a cut. Smoke hissed from the torn flesh, searing the fur black where the blade had kissed it.

Emily’s Point of View The city had a way of glowing at night, but to me it looked more like it burned. From the glass wall of my office, I watched the skyline flicker with thousands of lights towers, billboards, and cars in endless streams below. Most people saw beauty in it. To me, it was a reminder that no matter how much you tried to bury the past, it had a way of setting itself alight again.

It's beautiful. Students move across the grounds in clusters, some already in uniform, others dragging bags behind them. And everywhere— Beasts. Not just one kind. Dozens. I have only read about the beasts and bonds. Old books with outdated photos. Skyless Keep, the prison I once called home, had a small library with about 12 beat up history books. They only allowed books regarding Elarion, Nythera, and Solvaris. I read them until the words were permanently etched into my brain. Suddenly, I'm ripped from my thoughts. I'm surrounded my beasts and magic and students everywhere. While I thought I would be afraid to see the beasts so close, I'm actually in awe.

I growled, feeling the rough hands of the hunters dragging us across the root-floor toward a massive, dark archway that looked like the throat of a dead god. "They're taking us toward the center of the cavity, and I can see a city built into the bones of something that died before the mountains were even formed," she whispered, her breath warm against the back of my neck as the scavengers began to chant in a low, clicking tongue that made the hair on my arms stand up.

"Within it, the corpses of the dead are piled up outside the city. Gradually, the city is lifted. Looking from a distance, it appears as though the corpses are piled up on top of each other. This is how the Burning Bone City got its name." "However, with the passage of time, it is rumored that there are more and more corpses. In the end, Burning Bone City was even taken up to the sky." "A demon ate the bones, and it swallowed up the Burning Bone City in the sky, and then it was buried on the ground forever. However, the new ones were constantly piled up and built, and it became a city again. This cycle has been going on for countless years. There are even rumors that although the Burning Bon

Meanwhile at the center of Bone lake city.... Dallion Cross strode through the bustling streets of Bone lake, a place known for its shady deals and underworld connections. It was a maze of alleys and crooked streets, a place where everything was obtained through blood or money. As his White leather shoes clicked on the cobblestones, men and women quickly moved out of his way, lowering their gazes in a mixture of fear and respect. Mr Cross was no ordinary man. In fact, in the dark underbelly of the city, he was considered more of a myth than flesh and blood. The Cross wasn’t just a nickname; it was a title he'd earned through merciless violence, executions, and a reputation that left most eit