First Bones Novels & Stories

Human bones, weathered by time and the relentless flow of water, intertwine with the skulls, creating a haunting display of mortality. The ethereal glow from the waysticks casts shadows upon the skeletal structures, illuminating the intricate details of the bones. Delicate features of the skulls become visible, their curves and contours accentuated by the soft light. The translucent layer of calcium, formed from the presence of limestone fragments packed between bone and stone, overlays the skulls and bones, creating a patchwork effect. In some places, the layer appears frosted, obscuring certain details, while in other areas, it is more transparent, emphasizing the eerie beauty of the skele

she asks. “You’re going to hold the bones while my wolf heals them?” I ask, shocked. “Yes, if she’s strong enough,” she says to me. ‘I’d like to try,’ Haise says in our mind space. In the past, we’ve just had braces put on our legs and while Haise healed me, the bones were never set properly. It’s probably why they break during battles. I’ve noticed that more and more, my bones have been breaking, especially in places where they’ve broken before.

They reached the base of the peak at noon. The bones were there. Luan had seen them in her dreams, but dreams were not the same as waking. The bones were massive. Larger than she had imagined. They glowed gold, even in the daylight. Light pulsed through them like a heartbeat. Like the three heartbeats behind her ribs. She walked to the largest bone. A rib. It was taller than she was. She placed her hand on it. The surface was warm. Almost hot. Why did you bring me here? she asked.

Adea groaned as her body was battered by the fall. That was when she registered the pain in her ankle, which shot up her leg when she tried to move. She must have sprained it in the fall. She then remembered the cracking sounds and realized that she was lying on top of a nest of something small, narrow and hard. Adea reached underneath her to grab one of the objects. It was almost too dark to see anything, but there was no mistaking the rock-like texture of a bone. She was lying in the rotting remains of a Human skeleton.

I was itchy as shit, and I could feel my temperature rising. “Pain, Elias told me we need to get outside.” I groaned. The next thing I knew we were outside as a loud roar erupted from me. I could hear footsteps coming towards us, but all I could focus on was the pain. Fuck, it feels like I am shifting for the first time again. What in the fuck is going on? That is when I felt the first bone break. Dimitrios

We were reaching the base of the Bone Tower. ​Up close, the tower was horrifying. It was built from thousands of bones—ribs, skulls, and limbs—all fused together into a smooth, white surface. There were no windows, only a single door at the bottom made of black iron. ​Standing in front of the door was the largest monster we had seen yet. It was fifteen feet tall, with four arms and a head like a wolf. It wasn't made of smoke. It was made of solid, black stone. ​"This is the First Beast," I said. "The one Silas told us about."

After five minutes of patting around, I picked up a stick and lit the tip up with a Fire Nova. I slowly continued ahead, straining my ears to make sure I was not ambushed by anything unsavory. I glanced down and saw what appeared to be thousands of bones. Some broken, some intact and some that didn't belong to a person. Are these from all of the demon’s victims? I carefully tried not to break any of the bones while not tripping. It’s like it goes on forever- As far as I can see.

"That's agreed, then..." "I didn't..." "... Francis, three tickets, please. I'm going to go pack." ***** Klempner There's not much left of her. Anything small enough to be eaten outright has gone. Large or bulky bones remain: the long lengths of both femurs, well gnawed, the bone of the lower leg... Tibia is it called? I can't remember... ... and there's a single humerus, a couple of the larger ribs, a scattering of vertebrae and other bones which, with my limited knowledge of anatomy, I can't put a name to.

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.

So thin, so bony . His panting breath stumbled when he felt clear bumps under his palms where - if his memories weren't very fooled - shouldn't be. Then it dawned on him. Bone. It was his bones that he felt. A little frightened, he raised his head and peeked timidly down at himself. He looked like a living skeleton. His ribs and hip bones were clearly visible under his white, parchment-like skin. Every tendon caught his eye. Horrified, he dropped back again and stared in disbelief at the shattered ceiling. He needed food immediately.