Fanfiction Bones Novels & Stories

Hearing the commotion coming from the living room, Joseph padded out of the room and asked Victoria about the bone. Victoria looked like she was deep in thought as she glanced at my femur. "I can't remember when I ordered this. I probably bought it to make a bone carving. Or perhaps this is a wedding gift from one of my friends. "Forget it. I'll work on it later. It's been a while since I made a carving. Besides, the texture of this bone is quite good." I laughed helplessly. The first wedding gift that Victoria received was my femur. Of course, human bones were different from animal bones.

It was so clear that it glinted in the moonlight, and I noticed gold engravings everywhere across the bones. “Okay,” Allen said, catching up beside me, his voice a little higher than usual. “That’s... pretty interesting.” “You ever seen anything like it?” I asked. Allen shook his head, eyes wide. “I’ve read about ancient beings, sure, but such engravings on the bones? That’s new to me. Even the oldest books in my library don’t mention anything like this.” I stared at the skeleton, something about it tugged at me. I reached in, gently sliding my hands beneath the rib cage. “Let’s take it out.”

"I've hated these things for so long! Smash them all! I want everything replaced with new ones!" I trailed behind them, struggling to keep up. Perhaps my body had been frozen for too long, and the calcium in my bones had been lost. I was sore all over, and my bones scattered all over the floor with every step I took. At first, I panicked whenever I felt my bones scattering behind me. I would turn around, frantically trying to gather them up, only to remember I had been dead for a long time. What was the point of picking up the bones? All that remained of me was a hollow consciousness.

"It was bone. Miller said Vane used the bones of the innocent to cloak his atrocities from the Goddess. Damon didn't get it from the clones because they didn't have souls. Vane gave it to him. Damon walked around for thirty years wearing a piece of bone carved from a true, slaughtered elemental child." A sickening, horrifying silence violently consumed the room. Elana looked down at her own hands, her breath catching in her throat in a ragged, horrified gasp as she realized she had been touching the remains of a murdered child for her entire marriage.

Soon, he found that these three long things were bones. On the surface of each bone, a few words were engraved. The lustrous white bone was the Bone of Wind, the fiery red one was the Bone of Flame, and the ice-blue was the Bone of Thunder. When he got close to the Bone of Wind, Caspian immediately felt a gust of strong wind blowing on him. When he got close to the Bone of Flame, Caspian immediately felt the high temperature as if it was magma, which made his skin burn. Then, Caspian's eyes lit up when he approached the Bone of Thunder.

So I forced myself to turn away from the ache he’d left and focus on something I could control: Bones. Bones was the enforcer of a motorcycle club that had been stirring rumors all across town. Human girls had gone missing since their arrival—too many, too fast. Whispers said the club used them as entertainment, passing them around until they broke. If the rumors were real, then I would dismantle their filthy den myself and free those women. I’d done this before—alone, as always. My wolf was fast, strong, and merciless when unleashed. I could take every one of them if I had to.

Their weary gazes fell upon a pile of bleached white bones near the entrance, stripped clean of any flesh. It appeared as though someone or something had meticulously cleaned them, leaving behind a haunting testament to the grim reality of the situation. The realization dawned on the beastmen as they counted the bones meticulously, finding more than a hundred sets of skeletons piled up before them. Their faces contorted with anger and ferocity at the sight. The implications were clear: these clean bones could only mean that someone had devoured these beastmen, leaving nothing but their skeletal remains behind. The beastmen's fury ignited, fueled by the perceived barbarism of the humans.

And I wasn’t the kind of man to make a sacrifice for anyone else. Maybe the sex would be incredible. But we were just too stubborn to find out. 8 SIENA Bones sat across from me at the table in the bar, looking furious from the second he took his seat. Covered in tattoos and awash imminent threat as he was, not even his pretty eyes could make him seem harmless. His muscles stretched his t-shirt, and his broad shoulders looked like a solid wall. A glass of scotch sat in front of him, and he downed it quickly before he ordered another.

right into his bones. Then everything went white.

The wind whipped around us, lashing against me as mother nature grew angry with my actions. I ignore it. Crouching down I watch closely as my blood drips into the mouth of the first barely there skeleton. He's been dead so long that half of his bones had turned to dust over the centuries of confinement under the ground. I moved along the long line of dead, giving them each a mouthful of my blood. The fact that I've lost so much blood didn't bother me, being what I am means that I produce blood faster than any other being. "Is that everyone?" I ask Dominik, he stands to the side with my brothers. Each dressed in clothing from another time, another world.