First Bones Novels & Stories

All my bones are sore. “No. I cried during my first shift. It was just me and Dad. I cried like a baby. The way your bones swell before they crack is painful and scary rather you are an Alpha or an Omega,” Nick’s voice is calm and steady. That is what I need. Calm and steady.

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.

Shifting. Made of flame. Bone. Mirror. Stardust. Its form shimmered with possibility, limbs shifting between shadow and brilliance, eyes holding the memory of every dawn. It radiated warmth and cold in equal measure—a being of contradiction, both unmade and infinite. She recognized the tilt of its head, the tension in its fingers, the hope and fear braided into its spine. It was her. Not now. Not yet.

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

Accordingly, it was the very same thing that was in Zephyr’s palm. This place was supposedly a barren land, with no plant in anyone’s sight. However, this place of land filled with grass had many white bones. They were human bones, mixed with the parts of other creatures. It was an incredibly weird sight. Suddenly, a bout of noises rang out. The noises had an obvious pattern to them. The ground beneath also shook at its arrival.

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."

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.

She replied in a rush. Sherry smiled, "Wrong, it is the jawbone, the hardest bone in the human body is the jawbone. The human skeleton renews once every three months. The human body consists of over 600 muscles. Human bone is as strong as steel but 50 times lighter" Sherry said with a smile, clavicle, the weakest and softest bone in the human is the clavicle or collarbone. Because it is a tiny bone which runs horizontally across your breastbone & collarbone, it is simple to shatter. Water makes up 31% of the weight of your bones"

They pierced the ground with force, left deep holes and turned into crumbs. The bone monster abruptly sat down, its paws seemed to give way, unable to withstand the collapsing body. The skeleton, raising a cloud of ash, fell on its side, twitched, the vertebrae of the neck began to turn the skull in a circle, it became clear that a furious light continued to burn in the eye sockets.

Not dormant. Listening.” Lyra folded her arms around herself.“Trial of Bone,” she whispered. “So what… what am I supposed to face?” The bone corridor shifted. A shape walked out of the fog. No — not walked. It assembled. Pieces of bone rolled toward one another — ribs, femurs, vertebrae — clicking into place with a sound like teeth tapping. When the last piece rose from the pale floor, the skeleton stood nearly seven feet tall, lean and terrible, a crown made from jagged ivory twisting above an empty skull.