Flesh And Bone Book Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE

I have not seen anything that actually is horrific but as I walk, I realise a bright light from somewhere inside and as curious as I am, I follow where the light is coming from. Interesting that there are no guards or something to scare the shit out of me and am starting to thing, damn! This is so damn easy. As soon as I reach where the light is coming from, I let the curiosity get the better of when I spot human bones and some dead animal skeletons. I am starting to lose it the more I see a lot of the skeletons lying there. It looked like the worst version of a butcher's. I have studied those science classes about skeletons and the truth is, nothing is good about them.

Even if I had to, I'd drag someone down with me. A rusty axe lay in the corner of the cabin, left behind after chopping firewood. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung at the lock. A loud clang echoed across the entire pack's territory, sending birds scattering from the rooftops. After a dozen swings, my arms burned with pain. The lock finally snapped. I shoved the door open and bolted. Under the moonlight, my skin gleamed an eerie violet. Clearly, the wolfsbane had seeped into my bones.

This isn’t a battle to end in Book Three. This is a war of belief that will burn into Book Four, and a reckoning that will echo into Book Five. But for the first time since Brine Hollow… I don’t feel cornered. I feel ready.

My knees scraped the ground in the process, leaving me bleeding. Xavier’s cold voice sounded from above me. “What are you trying to pull now? Why would I ever believe anything you say? Sara, even if you threaten to kill yourself right here, I won’t believe a single word you say.” I bit my lip and started gathering the ashes back into the broken urn. Xavier, however, clicked his tongue in irritation and kicked the urn farther away. More ashes spilled out, scattering everywhere. I watched as the urn became dented beyond recognition. Pain and sorrow flooded me, paralyzing me in place.

The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

He had pushed Damian’s spare ammo crates onto the floor to make room for his book. Damian sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his stone leg stretched out. He was cleaning the Hammer. "You're in my seat," Damian grunted. "It's a comfortable chair," the Skeleton rasped. "For a jailer." The Skeleton turned a page of the skin-book. "Your son," the Skeleton mused. "He is clever. He hardened his shell. He made himself... crunchy." "He made himself tough," Damian corrected. "Inedible," the Skeleton agreed. "For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their

But she had never seen anything like this. Not because it was particularly bloody. Not because some horrific violence had taken place. It was something else. Something surreal. It was too quiet. Everything was in perfect place. Except, of course, for the body. He sat slumped backwards in his chair, his neck exposed. And there, under the light, were two perfect holes, right in his jugular vein.

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.