Ice Bone Novels & Stories

It’s the scent of fancy leather and that strong, sweet cologne. Calvin. I’m twelve again. Then fourteen. Then seventeen. The years bleed together in the dark. I’m trapped in the Pike mansion, the doors locked from the outside. I can hear the floorboards creaking. Creak. Creak. Creak. "Where are you, little brother?" His voice is like a silk noose. I’m hiding in the back of the closet, my knees pressed to my chest, trying not to breathe. But the door swings open, and there he is.

Soon, he found that these three long things were bones. On the surface of each bone, a few words were engraved. The lustrous white bone was the Bone of Wind, the fiery red one was the Bone of Flame, and the ice-blue was the Bone of Thunder. When he got close to the Bone of Wind, Caspian immediately felt a gust of strong wind blowing on him. When he got close to the Bone of Flame, Caspian immediately felt the high temperature as if it was magma, which made his skin burn. Then, Caspian's eyes lit up when he approached the Bone of Thunder.

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. "

she said taking my juice and going up to the library perfection that what I'm up against I thought to myself while looking at her skating videos My life has been on ice since I started breathing, my mom wasn't a skater she was literally scared of ice, my dad was never in the picture he left us when I was five years old after coming with me to my skating competition, I won we celebrated,then he said he wanted to go greet a friend and then he never came back, it was funny at first then I started to miss him now I rarely think about him, me and my mom has been together since then. she owned a little Cafe restaurant where she sold coffee and tea and lemonade and drinks with snacks basically to g

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

And at the edge of a glade where no path had ever existed, the ground opened. No explosion. No quake. Just silence and then the trees parted to reveal something ancient. A tree made entirely of bones. It towered like a monument to forgotten gods its branches skeletal, its bark a fusion of ribs, spines, and skulls grown into unnatural curves. The marrow glowed faintly with violet light. From its roots oozed a dark ichor that hissed as it touched the earth, burning runes into the moss. “The Bone Tree,” Rowan whispered, eyes wide.

I muttered, staggering to my feet and grabbing the coat I’d left by a nearby gravestone. Together, we approached the box again. I held my breath as I peered inside and I immediately felt the air get sucked right out of my lungs. It was a skeleton. But not just any skeleton, iIt was longer than any human I’d ever seen, probably eight or nine feet tall. It's bones shimmered like glass yet looked as sturdy as steel. It was so clear that it glinted in the moonlight, and I noticed gold engravings everywhere across the bones.

HELEN’S P.O.V. Walking on bone doesn't sound like walking on stone. Stone is solid; it returns the energy of your step. Bone absorbs it. It feels dead, damp, and fundamentally wrong. We ascended the spiraling ramp of the Bone Tower. To my left was a sheer drop of three hundred feet into the burning ruins of the Market District. To my right was the central pillar of the tower a fused, twisted spine the width of a redwood tree, made from thousands of crushed skeletons.