Fire In My Bones Book Novels & Stories

Bullet grazes. But never like this. Never so completely incapacitated that I couldn't move without agony shooting through my entire body. I tried to shift in the bed and immediately regretted it. My ribs screamed in protest, and I bit back a curse. Helpless. I was fucking helpless. And Jameson was out there somewhere, interrogating the men who'd tried to kill me, walking into God knows what kind of danger, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. The thought made my chest constrict—which only made the pain worse.

Stupid heart. A book dropped to my desk and before I could speak, the culprit walked away in haste with Zayn. It was his chemistry book. Was he lending it to me? Or was he setting a trap? He might tell people that I stole it because I missed the class. Well, since he dropped it, I might as well look at it. I browsed through it, gradually getting to the topic we had learned that day. It was well-detailed, more than the previous notes.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

CAMILLE My body was on fire. Every inch of me burned, like my skin had turned to molten metal. The pain crawled deep, burrowing into my bones until I could hear them cracking, splintering under the weight of something monstrous taking over. I gasped, my nails digging into the cold floor as another wave of agony tore through me.

The goddess must hate me for some reason. Wiping the thought from my mind, my eyes land on the only fictional book in the stack. I am actually a “facts over fiction” kind of girl usually. But, this time, I find myself choosing otherwise. Maybe it’s time for a change. Running my fingers across the cover and staring at the fiery red dragon, I am suddenly reminded of Millie. Goddess, Millie!

This pain burned not just my body, but my soul. I was turned over to my side as I convulsed, but I was still being held down. The side of my forehead touched the dirt, but even the rocks cutting into my skin felt like nothing. Nothing compared to the utter torture. My body jerked and I felt my bones crack. A single inhale of breath lead me to bring sound back to my scream. The pain of even bones breaking didn’t phase me, it only added to the suffering of the fire burning me. “There might have been more clematis than I thought it there.”

They didn't really care who won or lost, as they were all hoping to personally witness the fabled Bryant family curse, or at least see the hideous monster that would come about if the curse wasn't lifted. … I trailed my hand slowly down William's abdominal muscles, but the sudden heat and magnitude took me aback, causing me to let out a surprised cry. "Didn't they say you're incapable in that regard, William?" William gently rested his chin on my shoulder. His tone conveyed a bit of feigned indignation while saying, "You ought to know that rumors are not to be trusted, darling. I'll use my body to prove it to you." I could feel his body burning up, and his profound blue eyes were fixed solel

I’ve been there countless times before, and there I was again. A couple of metres upfront was a small bone fire; its flames burning with something that called to me, stirring something dark and sadistic within me. Within a millisecond, I was finally standing in the middle of crossroads, staring at a man across me who stood so close to the fire between us revelling at the warmth it provided.

They didn't receive any responses for the messages they sent too. Samuel's emotions spiraled out of control. In a trembling voice, he asked, "How could they die just like that? How could someone die at home without anyone else noticing?" The private investigator sighed, clearly reluctant to deliver the harsh details he uncovered. "It's been a while, so much of Ms. Zucker's information is difficult to trace. According to the village committee, it seems she developed a systemic infection after donating her bone marrow. As for the child… he starved to death. He stayed with his mother's body for several days. It was terrible."

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t