First Bones Novels & Stories

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

Brynn Hollis' POV The bone hall loomed above us. Not built from the bones of wolves—I realized that as we got closer. The spires were carved from the skeletons of ancient beasts, creatures I didn't recognize. Rib cages formed archways. Skulls the size of wagons served as foundations. "Who built this?" Farrah whispered. "Not wolves," Lyssa said. "Something older." Wren clung to my hand. Her small fingers were ice-cold.

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.