Dry Bones Game Novels & Stories

A shriek that rakes the marrow from my bones, bending the horizon like a blade. I spin toward the sound— And freeze. They’re crawling out of the cracks. Dozens of them. Then hundreds. Things made of bone and void, their limbs bent at angles that make my stomach lurch. Skin stretched too thin over frames too long. Empty sockets burning with something not-fire, not-shadow—just hunger. Their claws scrape against the broken glass of the plain as they drag themselves free, one after another, their mouths yawning wide enough to split their skulls. Gods.

“Are you insane, Clarissa? If anything happens to Natalie’s foot, I won’t forgive you!” The blow left me dizzy, darkness clouding my vision. My children rushed to my side in panic, but Jared only lifted Natalie into his arms and summoned the only emergency medical team. He never spared me another glance. Just before I lost consciousness, my phone buzzed with a message from Natalie. It was a video of Jared carefully massaging her ankle, arranging treatment with anxious care. I pulled my lips into a weak, bitter smile and closed my eyes, refusing to watch further. As the competition drew near, Natalie’s updates appeared daily.

Inside the body, something irritatingly crunched and shifted quite palpably so that Vic could hardly restrain himself from screaming. A recently seen picture immediately arose before my eyes - new bone outgrowths come out of the dragon's skeleton and begin to crawl, intertwine, strengthen the backbone. But what happens to his own body?

They roll on the floor for a few minutes before Daria gets a needle into Iris’s skin. Iris now lays dead next to her beloved mate. Daria smirks, thinking she has won. In the arena, all the spectators gasp but Selene keeps her smile. “This game is not over yet.”

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf. "I've already paid you back. If you keep humiliating me, it'll be crossing a line." "Am I crossing a line?" I turned to Colton. Colton quickly shook his head. "How could it be? If it weren't for you helping him back then, he'd probably be begging under some bridge." I turned my gaze back to Zach. "Did you hear that? You owe me more than just money. You owe me your life." Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line.

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

From the looks of it, the skeletons with blueish flames in its skull just wondering aimlessly without any order, all three of us just stare at the skeleton and all of us thought the same thing. "...weak…so…who want it?…". (Alehandro) We each gave each other a look and finally decide the one who will fight the skeleton with a simple game of rock paper scissor. In all honesty, we just wanted to get some action, the entire journey so far is boring and lackluster, now that an enemy has emerged in front of us, we can't help but want to taste the water. After 3 games, Alehandro won the game and with joy. He rushed out of the bushes where he hides and directly swings his war hammer at the cluster o

“My shovel hit on something I thought was a rock at first, until I pried it up.” Brad and Neisha exchanged a puzzled glance then Brad turned back to the landscaper. “What is it? Buried treasure?” “No, it’s that.” Mathew pointed toward an object next to one of the holes. It looked like a jagged stone, gray with clots of dirt still clinging to it. Brad stepped closer, bending over to get a better look . . . He gasped and backpedaled away when he realized what he was looking at. It wasn’t intact but rather partial; Brad could make out one eye socket and the nose hole, and on one side it curved down into part of the jaw bone.

Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Vic. And then she stopped responding. “Well, it looks like Vic will NOT be joining us this evening.” I told Talia, after texting with Vic. “Well, we will have fun anyways!” Talia exclaimed. We went and sat on the couch in the living room and I turned on the tv. “Do you like video games, Talia?” I asked her. She nodded. “Sweet! Do you want to pick out a game for us to play?” I asked her. Without responding, She got up, and put a game into the playstation. It only seemed like minutes had passed, when it had been a couple of hours. We turned the game off, and went to check the brisket. It was almost ready, since I put it on to cook this morning. Jus