Dry Bones Game Novels & Stories

With his voice lowered, he said, "If you have something to say, say it directly. Beating around the bush isn't your style." Daniel replied, "What I mean is, Kristen is already dead. So, whose bone marrow are you planning to use to save your sweetheart this time?"

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

he explains. "I think I'll be fine," I say brushing it off. "Gargoyle bones are made of different material, you know." "What?" says Bennet surprised. "What do you mean?" "I don't remember the exact specifications, but I know that our bones happen to be much tougher than any other beings' bones. I think they're as hard as diamonds if I remember correctly." "Really?" asks Bennet. I smile. "Really," I say, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair of his forehead. Bennet smiles down at me.

Skeletal dragons were flying all over the sky, creating a looming shadow across the desert as if clouds were passing by. The soldiers in the desert already had their hands full with the zombies and skeletons. When the bone dragons came, it was just utter chaos. Black flames were spewed out of the dragons’ mouth and they also engaged in a melee against the soldiers. The average soldiers could not even land a hit on the dragons and the army was slowly being pushed back. The zombies and skeletons advanced behind the bone dragons.

The toughness of these bones was beyond Philip's imagination. He was solemn as he stared at the skeletons carefully. The newly assembled skeletons were obviously different. The eyes of the skeletons glowed green like spooky will-o'-the-wisp. The bone swords that appeared were also sharper and glowed with an eerie green luster. They could not destroy these skeletons again or they might turn into something else when they were put together again. Philip was very grave as he quickly told everyone about this discovery. “Don’t destroy this batch of skeletons again or their strength will double the next time, and ordinary people will be no match for them!”

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

And if he’d just wiped out half of his own MC in one fell swoop – by poisoning their air – then the man hadn’t lost his touch. But what Wolf saw resting on and weighting down Bones wasn’t age, and it wasn’t regret, and it wasn’t exhaustion… it was something else. There was a strange metallic-gray sheen on his skin, like what you saw on rotting meat – and that was when Wolf knew what was going on here. “How long?” he asked Bones. Bones looked puzzled. “How long what?” “How long do you have before whatever the disease is takes you?” “Holy shit, Connor.” Bones managed a tiny grin. “How the hell do you know what you know?”

I imagined my soul sword in my hand, then whacked his head down. I heard a loud roaring behind me, and I quickly continued my run. I have been playing Temple Run all my life, and it was my favourite game. However, I never imagined in my life that I would perform one. The guy in the temple ran was escaping from a bird and a tiger. However, I am escaping from an army of bone skeletons and Nazgul. I took another left turn and did a walking wall as a boulder thrived out of the ground. The floor started shaking, followed by the wall splitting and the ground dividing. That makes me compliment those skeletons. They were good at earth control.

Then Ding Hao noticed that the hand bones on the cyan-gray skeleton moved slightly. Then, something strange happened. The cyan-gray skeleton suddenly seemed to have melted. Every part of the skeleton began to glow with cyan light. The metal bones covered with rust wriggled like small milk cakes under the sun. Finally, they completely liquefied. The cyan liquid kept surging to the center.

​Lyra froze, every muscle locking as a woman emerged from the gloom beneath the dead torches. One pale hand rested against the weeping wall, steadying herself. ​Upon her brow sat the Bone Crown—not the pristine relic Lyra had hauled across the continent, but an older, heavier iteration. The bone was darkened like aged ivory, worn smooth, with one side jaggedly sheared away above the temple. ​Yet it was the face beneath the mutilated artifact that stole Lyra's breath.