Novel & Cerita City Of Bones

It'll do," the werewolf said mercilessly. “We were all thirsty. Until the full moon came up. Now we feel only hunger. But you can also get used to it. "I wonder if I can ever kill him?" muttered the Wistolet. “That alone is worth becoming a werewolf.” Mirovir snorted. “Don’t even dream, puppy. The first thing they stumbled upon as they approached the darkening walls of the city was an overturned cart in the middle of the road. Her only wheel, alone, stuck out into the sky, the bones of horses were white nearby. Yarsi slowed down, came a little closer, a golden load gleamed brightly in the sun through the rotten boards. The ingots were also scattered around the cart, hiding in the hard grass

"That's an Immortal bone... Heavens, countless Immortal bones... Some immortals died and rotted away. Only the bones remained, and they contained faint Immortal Qi!" Everyone felt their hearts palpitate. Everything in front of them was quite scary. It seemed to be a place for the immortals' corpses. Everyone increased their speed. After walking several thousand miles, they became more and more alarmed. Along the way, they saw collapsed divine halls, broken statues, towering abandoned altars, and endless city walls. There were countless immortal bones and skeletons with faint fluorescent light. Some of these things were from human beings and beasts. There were also many other strange bones. T

He thought to himself before ordering the squad forward. As they proceeded, the stench of the Keeper of Rot’s fungal aftermath was now mixed with that of the dead. Illuminated, white bones could be seen on the streets before them. Lined up in proper order as if in some funerary procession. But as they neared them, the gnawed bones and dried blood stains told them other wise. The bones were bore bite marks, some were twisted and broken as if emptied of their marrow. The bodies were from Xanthites, their reptilian skulls were shattered and split. The entirety of the town street was lined with skeletal waste, the Birchmen had indeed feasted here.

My father, trembling with anger and sorrow, asked if the school's security footage near the warehouse could be pulled up. The footage showed me, struggling to stay on my feet, barely dragging myself as I made my way back. But before I could even reach the door, I collapsed hard on the ground, blood pouring from my body. Meanwhile, just a short distance away, Yolana was happily walking hand-in-hand with my father, who was sending her off to school with a smile. If only he had noticed, if only he had looked closer—maybe he could've seen me. The footage continued to the day of my death. They saw Yolana open my door and, without a second thought, throw my lifeless body next to a trash bin.

After five minutes of patting around, I picked up a stick and lit the tip up with a Fire Nova. I slowly continued ahead, straining my ears to make sure I was not ambushed by anything unsavory. I glanced down and saw what appeared to be thousands of bones. Some broken, some intact and some that didn't belong to a person. Are these from all of the demon’s victims? I carefully tried not to break any of the bones while not tripping. It’s like it goes on forever- As far as I can see.

If the Soulbone Imprint was what they thought it was—an ancient power that could awaken the spirits of her ancestors—then it would be at Greywatch Spire, hidden behind layers of lies and military fortifications. As they reached the outskirts of the city, the familiar low hum of magic in the air grew stronger, as if the very land was alive with it. The city, with its walls and guards, felt like a cage. Out here, in the snow-covered wilderness, the world felt open—wild, unpredictable.

My boots crunched over brittle twigs, none of them snapping underfoot—because the forest let me pass. That was the thing with cursed places. They always knew their own. I crouched low as the trees opened into a clearing—and I froze. The soil here was scorched, seared black like someone had poured acid over it. Bones jutted from the earth like broken spires. Dozens of them. Maybe more. Most of the larger ones were wolf. Some weren’t. In the center stood a single figure. Vyre. Her back was to me, long cloak trailing behind her like smoke. She was humming.

The closer they got to the blood, the more likely they’d find Widow’s Bloom. But what kind of place could collect that much blood? Not just bones. Piles of bones. A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Leif couldn’t see—but Raina could. Around them, in every direction, were countless rotting bodies and bleached white skeletons. A literal mountain of the dead. A sea of blood. This… was the mass grave left behind after the plague wiped out the entire city—when no one remained to bury the dead. ***

Brynn Hollis' POV The bone hall loomed above us. Not built from the bones of wolves—I realized that as we got closer. The spires were carved from the skeletons of ancient beasts, creatures I didn't recognize. Rib cages formed archways. Skulls the size of wagons served as foundations. "Who built this?" Farrah whispered. "Not wolves," Lyssa said. "Something older." Wren clung to my hand. Her small fingers were ice-cold.

​But as we drew closer, the horror of the place became clear. ​The structures weren’t made of iron, tungsten, or lead. They were ivory. They were made of bone—massive, calcified ribs and titan-sized vertebrae woven together with the same silver-wire silk the Harvesters used. The city was a skeletal ghost, a graveyard of architecture that looked as if it had been grown rather than built. ​“It’s the Hub,” Winnie whispered, her voice trembling. “But it’s… It’s us. It’s all of us.”