Drybones Comic Novels & Stories

Beads of jewels glinted from the fur and caught the red-rimmed baby blue of his eyes that had turned almost luminescent. My blood ran cold when he stroked one of the nude women’s hair by his side, before his iron claws pierced into her temple. The woman’s eyes went wide, rolling back into her head as I struggled to keep my face devoid of expression. What the actual fuck? Kiernan Bones was a sick bastard, there was no doubt about it. I watched one of his footguards rush forward with a goblet, collecting the bright red blood and brain matter that shot from both sides of her pierced head like a fountain.

Sara got up from the warrior's back, a smug smile of satisfaction on her face. It was bone, alright. His arm had been broken, right in the middle of his forearm. His bones poked out of his skin, pale and milky white in the light of the coffee shop. He howled in pain. Blood pooled around his body as his arm hung limp. Sara turned to the remaining warriors. "Anyone want to try and stop me? I'll increase the number of bones I break for each person, so I suggest you make this quick." They took a step back, worried glances on their faces. Sara smiled diplomatically.

He had pushed Damian’s spare ammo crates onto the floor to make room for his book. Damian sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his stone leg stretched out. He was cleaning the Hammer. "You're in my seat," Damian grunted. "It's a comfortable chair," the Skeleton rasped. "For a jailer." The Skeleton turned a page of the skin-book. "Your son," the Skeleton mused. "He is clever. He hardened his shell. He made himself... crunchy." "He made himself tough," Damian corrected. "Inedible," the Skeleton agreed. "For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their

“The excarnation removes most of the flesh and organs from the bones, but there is always a bit left behind. If an animated skeleton is kept long enough, it passes through a rank stage, and then the smell settles as the remaining flesh rots off. They never smell fantastic, and their smell is definitely more noticeable in large numbers, but it does get better.” “Hopefully, we will get to see,” Narayan replied with enthusiasm. “It might be centuries until you summon them again.” “I have something a bit… unusual… planned for Vienthrey,” I told them with a smile. “You will enjoy it.” They exchanged grins. I remembered sharing similar smirks with Akyran during our first war, when the excitement w

"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.

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. A human skull. U The click-clack of Brad’s fingers striking the keys filled the office, the sound of a dozen pygmy horses galloping. Every so often, the horses would rest, and Brad would stare at the glowing screen, wringing his hands together and murmuring to himself. Then his hands would dive back down and the galloping recommence. He’d been working for over two hours now, the story flowing out of him like sweat. Some kind of wall had been torn down, and he was on a real streak.

His spine, limbs, and bones endured this relentless force as if they were being tempered. "This is so satisfying!" Adrian groaned through gritted teeth. The sound of bones breaking echoed as his skeleton fractured. Despite the excruciating pain assaulting his mind, Adrian recognized that the Heavenly Body Training Art was pushing him to grow stronger. Under the crushing pressure, his bones cracked, and blood sprayed from his body. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird watched nervously, questioning whether Adrian could truly overcome this challenge. The Cyan Light Bird was preparing to self-destruct, and the impact would be powerful enough to devastate everything around them. Could Adrian really wi

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?

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 injury was serious. “Sh*t! Have we really run into the White Bone Spirit?” Alex complained. Luna said with a solemn expression, “Under normal circumstances, even if this is a graveyard, there won’t be so many skeletons. A ten-meter-tall skeleton is even more impossible! So, this guy is definitely not transformed from a human being… Maybe, this is the real reason why the city in front has turned into ruins.” As Alex moved his hand, the Dragon Bone Sword, Seven Blades of Death and the Breaking Point all appeared before him.