First Bones นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The sound of bones snapping echoed in the night as one of the wolves tore her leg clean off. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by fear, by the sight of her being torn apart. I had forgotten how big they were, how their presence sucked the air out of the space around them. They were not just animals-they were monsters, the kind of nightmares that claw at the edges of your sanity.

The cold stone pressed against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire coursing through my bones. At first, it felt like pins and needles—annoying but manageable. Then, the pins turned into jagged knives, stabbing deeper and deeper. My entire skeleton seemed to be alive, cracking and shifting in ways that no human body should ever endure. I clenched my teeth, refusing to scream, but a low growl escaped my throat as every bone screamed in agony.

I can no longer turn my back and let my friends carry me into battle. At some point, I will need to lift my sword and face my foes. My foes win some, and I win others. I can learn from their victories and become more strategic as the days go on. Time is medicine, they say. I now know they are right. Maria Byrd was the first therapist, to be honest with me. She told me her life story. That made her real.

I knew my first shift was about to hit me like a ton of bricks. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from screaming out as I felt my bones starting to break and reform. It was slow, one here, one there. I was glad that Faith had me sit down, my legs were at unnatural angles and I would have hit the ground hard and fast. It was a weird sight to see my bones cracking and know that it was normal. Sweat was pouring down my body, and I was starting to lose focus. I tried to relax, to not fight it, but my muscles wanted to tense out of reflex and it made everything a bit more intense.

I still remember it like it happened just yesterday, it's plain as day in my memory, the first time I saw Melvin Cross, the love of my life; I was a three year old kid who just got lost,I wandered the streets of California for days, I had just arrived there from Seoul, where I lived with my Asian Mother, I had never seen my father and I didn't even know I had a twin sister and my Mother's face I could barely remember, I was just a three-years old kid, lost, scared and hungry as I have been wandering the streets for three days, I was so hungry I thought I was gonna die soon, all I had on me was a locket necklace, which I remember my mother telling me not to loose it, I cried and cried, but fo

Yet, no matter how furious he became, the relentless force continued to strike at his skeletal frame. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of impacts echoed continuously, and the elder’s bones shimmered with a faint, silvery light. Adrian observed, slightly surprised. “I didn’t expect your bones to be this ancient, with such a peculiar quality. Truly impressive.”

Red liquid drops off them and they settle on the bottom of the socket. I step back and grab the mattock. I pry some stone away from the clavicle, a cracked scapula and the tops of the humerus. They were abnormally small in comparison to the skull, as though the head had grown, but the body had remained the size of a toddler’s. The bones had scratches all over them, indicating the marks of trauma. I retch and swallow the taste of vomit. “Rita?” Boris calls from the other side of the safety tape.

​The first piece of the Crown. ​Lyra’s heart skipped a beat, the blood freezing in her veins. The Bone Crown had never been forged from five fragments. It had been forged from six. And the sixth had never been mounted—it had been left behind, buried beneath the First Anvil, waiting in the dark. ​The nail rose level with the stone floor. And as it drifted forward, every single dead Crown-Bearer slumped against the cavern walls slowly, sickeningly lifted its head. ​The faceless smith whispered a single, final command into the gloom: "Run."

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

Beneath the Bones The city stirred before the dawn. But the winds were wrong. It wasn’t just the howling cold of the coming storm it was deeper. A hum beneath the earth. A tremor that whispered beneath every cobblestone. It rattled doors. Frightened horses. Made even the strongest warriors glance uneasily at the ground. Aria felt it first, standing at the edge of the Moonwell. Something was shifting. Not in the air but in the bones of the world itself.