Drybones Comic Novels & Stories

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

“I am what he became. What the Oath carved from him. What he carved from himself.” It stepped closer, bones clicking. “I am the memory of him you carry.” Lyra’s throat tightened. “Why show me this? Why him?” “Because bone is truth.” The skull leaned forward. “Blood lies. Flesh bends. Only bone remembers.” Lyra took a shaky breath. “And what does it remember about me?” The skeleton lifted a hand, each joint turning with delicate menace. “Everything.” *** The world erupted. The skeleton lunged faster than thought. Lyra dodged instinctively, rolling across the bone floor as shards of ribcage cracked where she’d been standing. The creature struck again, and again—each swing heavy with the force

Jax led them forward with shaky steps, a warrior stood beside him holding up a torch to illuminate the dark surroundings. Lani also had a torch clutched with her both hands as she fidgeted. Cain placed his hand on her shoulder as a means of comfort. They finally reached the place and everyone stopped. The bones were there, shocking those who doubted. White, dry bones belong to people who were long decayed and gone. Skulls stared back with empty black holes. The ground littered with ribs, arms, fingers and several other bones Cain's face darkened. Others gasped.

If he dared to block it, the rebar would be driven straight back into his body and then smashed to pieces by the stone. He could only throw the rebar aside and leap backward. But his backward leap was far slower than the stone's flight. Seeing it about to hit him, he had no choice but to raise his hands to resist it. The instant his hands made contact, a terrifying impact surged through his bones. Crack, crack, crack—every bone in his body seemed to groan. If it had been an ordinary person, their skeleton would have shattered on the spot. But Lucas was different. His bones were far tougher. They neither broke nor shattered. Instead, both arm bones were blasted by the horrific force straight

Another soldier, older, added hoarsely, “It didn’t last long. They screamed once, maybe twice. And then they… dried out. There was no blood, no flesh. Just bones left behind, like something had hollowed them out from the inside.” The words sank into me, cold and heavy. I looked down again at the bones. There was no blood on the floor. No stench of rot. It was just as though the bones adn clothes had been brought her as it was instead of the two alive men who were brought here for an investigation. My anger flared, sharp and immediate, but underneath it was something I rarely allowed myself to feel. Dread. This wasn’t the work of a knife or poison. This wasn’t even cruelty in the way I unders

All that remained were his bones, eerily intact despite the destruction. From his bones sprouted a black fluid—the symbiote. It moved and enveloped his skeleton, regenerating his flesh. The fluid coursed through his nerves and internal organs before finally reforming his skin. All the while, the flames burned intensely, melting the ground beneath him. Suddenly, the weakened door burst open, barely hanging on its hinges. Bleak entered, armed to the teeth. Emily glanced at Hound, realizing he was still burning and unconscious. She grabbed a longsword from the nearby counter and stepped protectively in front of him.

Cassian staggered backward with the blade buried to the hilt below his ribs. Blood poured down his body. Black shadow burst from the wound like smoke escaping a cracked furnace. The thing inside him shrieked. Not human. Not Cassian. The street shook. Windows shattered. People dropped to their knees covering their ears. Cassian fell into the flooded street. Convulsing. Shadow ripped from his body in ragged waves. Clawing. Screaming. Trying to stay anchored inside him. The Bone Crown ignited. Lyra ran to him and dropped into the water.

It was the smell of a butcher shop after the lights go out. We emerged from the treeline onto the ridge overlooking the ravine. The scene below was a tableau of misery painted in shades of grey and black. The stream, which had been frothing pink during the fight, was now running clear again, washing over the bodies that still clogged the narrow channel. Thorne’s massive black corpse lay where he had fallen, a dam of meat and fur blocking the water. But around the edges of the kill box, the living were waiting.

Justin asks. "Yes. I told you. He's friends with the tough guy now. I don't know how long it's been like that." “And you're sure it wasn't all Ares?” asks the doctor. “My wolf's claws are made of bones, doc. Not iridium. I looked at my hands and yeah, I'm very sure. Our friend was right there.” “How do you know it's iridium?” Henry asks gently, a frown creasing his forehead. “Those bones could be steel. Or any other metal.”

3RD PERSON Hercules’ laugh echoed throughout the whole warehouse. “End me? How can you be sure that you can do that?” He mockingly asked JD. “I don’t need to be sure. I already know.” JD coldly said. Hercules laughs again. “I didn’t expect Black Dragon to be this funny.” He said. JD just stared dangerously at him. “Why did you do that? You can’t come to me that you attacked the café instead? Are you afraid of me?” JD taunted him. “What are you, a kid?” JD smirked at him.