Dry Bones Game 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

As a result, his bones clunked continuously, with sparks flying everywhere. His bones unexpectedly wore down the blades of his opponents. Meanwhile, not a single mark had been left on his bones. His strength shockingly soared after the transcendence of three thousand golden cores, especially the existence of Ymir’s Divine Bone that expanded his bone evolution to his entire body. His bones were now harder than a flying sword like they were invincible. Poof! Another head flew up. It was the sixth one. Two people remained on the field. It was raining cats and dogs, and it was getting dark, yet the massacre still continued without a bloody aura, with only the fear of death.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

I asked as I took a step backwards from her. She laughed. "You must think me stupid not to notice when something of mine has gone missing." She crossed her arms. "It was intriguing. Watching you fight the darkness in you, more amusing when you thought you could deceive me, but now, " The smile on her face vanished and her arms fell to her side. The air around us grew thick with dark magic. Her eyes bore into mine with so much intensity that I felt my bones turn to ash. I backed a step away even if I was stronger. My blood thrummed as I felt the hard thumps in my head. She was calling to the Draekien in me and he was responding. "you will dally no further and get me my prize."

“We’re not safe here.” Jenna’s breath stilled. Because behind the stranger— Behind David Branson— The Bone King was rising. Silhouetted by lightning. Mask cracked. Eyes burning with murderous rage. Holding a new weapon. A spear tipped with human bone. And he hurled it— straight toward Jenna.

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."

"Then, why do you resist looking at me?" Elvin didn't say anything. The darkness and her sultry voice were doing things to him that he found himself hard beneath the sheet. "Let's play a game," Eve said. Elvin didn't say a thing. "I'm going to send my hands between your legs," Eve said, "and if I find you hard, you're going to ride me." Nice one. On a normal day, before she traces her fingers down to his thigh, he would already be hard. But this game, he had very well lost it, and this beautiful night, he saw himself riding her.

Henry landed on the floor, the back of his head hitting a small hardwood table. Henry hissed at the pain, then slowly helped himself back up. Yes, Brian was more muscular and it was obvious to everyone that he had more strength than his younger brother, Henry. But Henry didn't want to be weak anymore. He also wanted to show his elder brother that he could fight for what he wanted.

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

Of course the rogue wasn’t still there but it pissed me off just the same that one had been in my old room. I can’t find her anywhere and I can’t smell her scent. I am about to give up when I see the door in the kitchen that leads to the basement. I take a deep breath and push the door open. As soon as I take the first step down I am hit by the smell of rot but also her scent mixed with blood. I go running down the stairs and down the hall looking in all the cells. I get to the second to last one and nothing would have prepared me for the sight I would see. I run in and swoop her into my arms. She is so thin, her skin is pale, what parts aren’t bruised or broken covered in blood. She is cov