Fanfiction Bones Novels & Stories

Dora said and immediately regretted it as she saw the horror plastered all over Hayley's face “I should stop talking shouldn't i?” Dora asked. “No, continue. I can't get out of this either way” Hayley said to her “The thing is that, during the change, all your bones would break and reform. Every single bone in your body would break, it would keep breaking and reforming till it has gotten to the perfect form. The form of a werewolf. Miss, my fear is that you are with child. I have never heard of a pregnant person transforming, especially her first time.” Dora said.

"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.

said the old man with a sigh as he looked at the bones. "Even though we were once enemies, we still have the same origin. Let me take your bones home, my friend!" said the old man as he approached the large bones to put them into his storage ring. As the old man slowly approached, he could see more clearly that the bones had fused with the sand in the ocean.

He thinks he is inviting an investor to dinner. But in truth, he has invited his past and his reckoning right through the front door . Nurse Nancy’s Point of View “Even from ashes, diamonds can still shine.” It was just past 8 PM when I walked into our small, two-bedroom apartment. My bones ached from the double shift, and my feet screamed for relief, but the moment I opened the door and heard the quiet hum of home, my heart settled. No matter how exhausting the day, this house though humble is filled with a love money could not buy.

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.

I pressed my marked palm against the shelf of bones. "I am the daughter of the woman who stole you back," I told the room. "And I am calling in the debt." The library didn't glow. It screamed. A sound of a thousand years of silenced women rose from the bones, a frequency that shattered the glass jars on the desk and sent the ledger flying. The violet light from my arm was sucked into the skeletal remains, turning the white bone to a translucent, glowing silver. The library door exploded. Kael stood there. His human form was covered in violet veins, his eyes twin pits of shadow. He looked at the glowing bones, then at me.

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?"

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * * Yuri frowned as she stared at the dark building in front of her which looked like the sort of building used as a prison. The paint was slowly peeling off the walls of the building, and it looked to be right out of some ghost movie.

Is there supposed to be a difference between the time frame of dead humans' bones? Joanna sighed deeply, and stood up with everyone following suit. She raised the bone, in symphony with the blazing sun, and began gently, "Bones from ages ago are weaker and brittle. They often show signs of fossilization or mineralization, sometimes leading to a darker appearance, which is very obvious with this." "But, how did you know this?" Impressed was just an understatement as to what I felt at that moment. I felt proud. "I'm a student, have you forgotten that much?" She stated, and left me standing there alone.

he explains. "I think I'll be fine," I say brushing it off. "Gargoyle bones are made of different material, you know." "What?" says Bennet surprised. "What do you mean?" "I don't remember the exact specifications, but I know that our bones happen to be much tougher than any other beings' bones. I think they're as hard as diamonds if I remember correctly." "Really?" asks Bennet. I smile. "Really," I say, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair of his forehead. Bennet smiles down at me.