Crossroads Lyrics Bone Novels & Stories

When you try your best but don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse The tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can't replace When you love someone but it goes to waste Could it be worse Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to FIX YOU. .................................................................................................. Enjoy reading - T

Brad set the GPS, which led them down Jones, right onto Drayton, left onto Liberty, right on Montgomery, left on Oglethorpe, then straight onto 17 North, which would take them over Talmadge Memorial Bridge and over the state line into South Carolina. Adele’s soulful voice crooned softly from the speakers, and Brad rolled down the driver’s side window so the breeze fluttered invisible fingers through his hair. He glanced over at Bias, who was looking back, and the two smiled at one another, communicating without words. Brad felt a sensation building in his chest like a bubble, expanding and growing, getting ready to bust. Only when they were over the bridge and into South Carolina did Brad re

The Bone Wastes whispered of death long before you crossed the border. The ground changed first—lush green fading to brittle white earth, cracked like sun-scorched skin. The trees thinned, replaced by towering bone-trees—skeletal structures made of ancient beasts long extinct, their ivory trunks humming with low, eerie vibrations. Selene rode at the front of the caravan, the twins swaddled safely in the runed cradle attached to her back. Kael rode beside her on his midnight-colored wolf-steed, his eyes sharp and scanning every movement in the distance.

Bright It was already daylight, and I was still driving aimlessly, the sky a dull gray and a bone-deep exhaustion weighing on me. All night I’d wandered roads I barely recognized, my mind stuck on a single certainty that flooded and tore at my heart: I couldn’t go on like this. Every mile I left behind only deepened the feeling that something inside me was breaking under the weight of this mistrust.

The familiar screams echoed through the woods. I watched Trevis, his eyes growing increasingly bloodshot, pupils contracting, and my heart quivered. Finally, Trevis made a move. He roared loudly, grabbed a brick, and viciously approached the fallen chauffeur. I tried to stand up to stop him, but after taking a step, I stumbled and fell. With a resounding thud, the brick struck the chauffeur's abdomen. Trevis raised the brick menacingly, ready to strike again— I was so desperate that I felt like I might vomit blood, and I shouted, "Trevis, another blow will kill him!"

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I slammed my palms against the ground in an uncoordinated rhythm until my fingers finally closed around something solid. The moment I touched it, I froze. My veins pulsed at the contact, and a sense of eerie familiarity washed over me. I knew what this was. "Bone," I whispered. "El Silbón." He had left a message before he departed, and there was no doubt who it was for: me. The bone was a sign. Either he had come to claim a soul from this household—Lana—or this was the clue I had been asking of the Goddess all along.

And at the edge of a glade where no path had ever existed, the ground opened. No explosion. No quake. Just silence and then the trees parted to reveal something ancient. A tree made entirely of bones. It towered like a monument to forgotten gods its branches skeletal, its bark a fusion of ribs, spines, and skulls grown into unnatural curves. The marrow glowed faintly with violet light. From its roots oozed a dark ichor that hissed as it touched the earth, burning runes into the moss. “The Bone Tree,” Rowan whispered, eyes wide.

i don't know, but many talk to me, when am drunk, he also has always visited me, and tell everything, like everyone else, he assumed he was talking to wall, and just before he left, he begged me to not drink and stay sane till you come, and i waited and did not drink, and once i saw you i felt I had fulfilled my promise, so i drank, and here you are and i here, how i got here i don't know. TWO HEART THAT BONE AS ONE

I close my eyes again as I take a deep breath in and let it out with a sigh, slipping off my sandals and allowing my feet to touch the raw earth, I close my eyes and whisper into the air around me. “I call the ancients of my bloodline, Help me heal this pain, I call the ancients of my bloodline, Intertwine your power with mine, I call the ancients of my bloodline, Flesh to flesh Bone to bone. I call to the Ancients of my bloodline, Please, hear me… Help me heal, Heal them true…”