Dry Bones Game Novels & Stories

One warrior isn’t as lucky—a jagged spike rips through his arm, another through a leg, blood staining the pristine ice in crimson streaks. A thick, glass-like sheen coats my vision. My skin burns—not with heat, but with a frostbite so intense it feels like my veins are solidifying into shards of ice. Every fiber of my being pulses with raw, bleeding cold, the kind that doesn’t just freeze flesh—it kills.

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.

I motioned her beside me and Sean go back to the kitchen. “Are you sure you’re okay JD? You still have to DJ later on Stargazer.” I looked at her and found her brown eyes worriedly looking at me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RENZO After I messaged Black Dragon, Topgun messaged me. 7: BD is injured but he’s okay. -TG I shook my head. JD never tells me if he get injured. I messaged him back. TG: Thanks. -7

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

"Natalie, are you sleeping again? Get up, lazybones!" What the hell is Selah doing outside my bedroom? How embarrassing... "No, Selah... I'm awake," I say. Hi, I'm Natalie... The world's most boring fifteen-year-old. While other fifteen-year-olds know who they are. I'm over here, playing it safe. Well, most of the time. I'm the most boring in my social group. I can't play sports very well. I was blessed with my mother's two left feet. When I get nervous or scared, I chew gum. I've been chewing gum a lot lately. My dentist hates me for it.

he explained. "What makes your body special then, Master?" asked Raider eagerly. "Pick one up and I'll tell you" said Master Bones with a slightly develish smile. Hearing these words, Raider's face became more solemn and his gaze returned to the left radius in front of him. He had a feeling this was his only shot, if this bone didn't move, none of them would. He slowly grabbed the bone in its middle and pulled towards himself.

I just thought of Doom. Hoping that Doom will show up tonight.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.