Fanfiction Bones Novels & Stories

Through a chance encounter and a series of events, I stumbled upon a forgotten past—a connection between Alpha Damien and my own history. In the midst of our pursuit, we came across an ancient cavern concealed within the heart of a dense forest. Intrigued by an inexplicable pull, I cautiously entered the dimly lit chamber, my senses tingling with anticipation. The walls of the cavern were adorned with faded symbols and intricate carvings, telling a tale lost to time. As I traced my claws along the weathered markings, memories long buried resurfaced, weaving together fragments of a forgotten past. Alpha Damien's presence seemed intertwined with my own, a thread connecting us in ways I never c

Fuck it off. Brian shakes his head and laughs loudly. "I called. knew you had lost your conscience and gotten more bony". "It's the damn full moon", I mutter. "Where's your wolfsbane?", Brian asks. I hunch my shoulders. " I ran out, on my way over" "For real?" Brain scans the area. Lucky for you, there are plenty of lovely women in this area, and we are welcome to use any of the amenities on the rig.

I stood back as I watched her dress tear apart and her bones snap into a new position. AUTHOR'S POV Her screams suffocated the room as her bones began to snap, length and pop through her skin and back into a slouched place. Her dress ripped into many shades and fell down on the ground. Her bones began repositioning itself and her skin began to move, pretty elastic. It shreds in her legs and stretches up to the length of her back and a new tightened , fully formed layer of skin slightly slides into place over her body. Her human eyes stripped out and were eventually replaced with dilated sharp glistering eyes that were short closed.

My body doesn’t belong to me. Something else does. The Bone Seer slithers in the cracks of my skull, whispering promises I never asked for. She carries fire. She carries the end. You will be her knife or her coffin. I try to shut it out, but it crawls deeper, scratching its words into bone. Images slam against me: Morwenna with blood dripping from her crown; a child with eyes like silver flames; armies kneeling in ash. I want to wake. I want to warn her. My chest convulses, useless, but in the darkness, I swear I feel a hand—small, burning—press against mine.

She reached in and touched one of the bones. The air shifted. The moon bled through the trees, slow and deliberate, casting silver shadows across the clearing. And the bones moved. One by one, like they had minds and mouths and instincts of their own, they slipped from the fabric and into the grass. Ribs. Vertebrae. A shattered femur. A jawbone missing its tongue. All Hollowborn. All waiting. Emilia inhaled sharply and sliced her palm with the edge of a stone shard that hadn’t been inside the bag until this moment.

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.

"Say it again. What bone did you say this is?" "It's human bone! I am positive it is human bone!" Felix shouted, struggling against the guards. He warned, "Mr. Lane, it is illegal to own human bones. Most people can't tell the difference, so I know you've definitely been deceived. The one who did this is malicious and despicable!" The banquet hall was filled with murmurs again as Evan stared down at the bracelet. His hand was trembling as he asked Cecilia in a barely audible voice, "Whose bone is this?"

Nala said. Felix studied Nala for a moment before walking away, leaving behind a single comment. "If I figure it out, I'll contact you." As his car headed toward the airport, Felix remained deep in thought. Bones? Did his biological father know something? After all, how could anyone expect him to remember his childhood fascinations? On the surface, the phrase seemed meaningless, like idle chatter. But when "bones" were involved, the implications changed entirely. While mulling it over, his phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unfamiliar number.

I’ve been Luna a long time, but nothing prepares you for your own people’s bones at the bottom of your faith. “The Creed didn’t crawl out of the Ossuary last season,” I said. “It was born when Red Moon confused piety with power.” “My father’s years,” Marcus said an accounting, not an excuse. “And mine, for not digging sooner.” “We’re digging now,” I said, levering up the next stone. Another bone. Small teeth strung like beads on a filament that had no business near anything living. The light changed. Garron straightened. In the hollow of a skull, something glowed an ember the colour of old fire.

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.