Ice Bone Novels & Stories

I said in utter disbelief while Artuhla just smiled gently. “I know it’s shocking, but yes, it is.” She said. “I found out the day the Lycan King came to our village and I saw him. I was similarly puzzled as you are, but I don’t think I cussed out loud.” She said and then she stretched her hand for me to take the Ulna from her. “But the Werewolf bone is not just an ordinary bone. It is a bone burnt only slightly by lava from the Raknak Volcano in the Central Reigns. That’s why it’s a bit black in color.” She explained.

Stefan grumbled, knocking the object with his knuckles, “It's a parietal bone, it's one of two located in the skull, it helps to form the roof of the cranium,” Lilith inspected it closely, “The real question is... Where is the other piece?” Stefan mumbled. “Guys—” I whimpered, swinging the torch from side to side, “if we don't leave right now, it's our skull next they are going to use as a dipper,” Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame,

The ice-melt from Liam’s discarded skates had pooled into a small, glistening mirror on the ground, reflecting the low amber glow of the safety lights from the hallway outside. Liam lay draped against Jaxson’s massive chest, his head resting in the hollow of the captain’s shoulder. His body was completely spent, his limbs feeling like lead weights as the residual warmth of Jaxson’s skin shielded him from the nineteen-degree chill of the bunker. Without the tight constraint of the athletic tape, his left shoulder felt strangely light, but the underlying fracture throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache—a biological countdown reminding him of the twenty-one days remaining until the national finals.

"There's a store five miles north. We've arranged credit with the owner. You can get whatever you need." "How did you—" "The bond," Marcus interrupted. "Ash can feel your location approximately three miles out. He's trying not to use it. He's also slowly dying from the effort of not using it. You're going to need to talk to him eventually." "Tell him—" "I'm not a messenger service," Marcus said flatly. "You can talk to him yourself whenever you're ready. Right now, you need to eat something. You've burned through approximately three thousand calories in the last four hours. Your body is going to start cannibalizing muscle tissue soon if you don't replenish."

He was sitting calmly on the examination table, his skin pale but threaded with faint, shimmering silver veins that pulsed in time with his breathing. "Look at the density of the clavicle and the sternum," Dr. Aris Thorne said softly, pointing to the glowing white anomalies on the digital x-ray. "The raw river water did not just heal his human tissues. It initiated a complete osteogenic overhaul." I stepped closer to the screen, tracing the intricate web of new growth. In a normal human skeleton, osteoblasts build bone tissue while osteoclasts break it down, maintaining a delicate, balanced cycle. Julian’s scans showed something entirely different. The raw Elder resonance had acted as a radi

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

“It’s only been a few hours since Bones texted that he was on his way to Viper’s card game.” “Not usually,” Ice said, gazing down at the photo of Preacher slumped over the table, some kind of liquid all down his chin and chest, surrounded by what looked like poker chips. “It depends how much you dump on them all at once, I guess. All I can say for sure is that from the looks on their faces, whatever Bones did to them, it fucking hurt.” The phone rang then, and Ice handed it back to Scars who picked up right away, then put it on speaker.

So while she waited for her energy to recover, Hana planned to take a walk around the cellar for a while to see if she found anything new. Under the floor were sprawled corpses of insects. Suddenly the sound of something cracking in her ears rang, and Hana bent down to light her feet. She reached for the bone that had just been trampled in half by herself, watched for a moment, and then dropped it. It was a decomposed human skeleton, Hana raised Worn to get a better view, and the sight before her made her cringe. Human skeletons of all sizes and sizes were piled up everywhere. Up there, where the light hadn't yet reached, Hana could still dimly see the white glow of her bones.

The seventh-grade Breakthrough Pill was a little tricky to crat, but Severin was familiar with it because he had just recently prepared a batch. Seeing as Severin had agreed, Oskar set down his teacup gently and rose from his seat. "Come with me to the Treasure Pavilion." With a pause for effect, he glanced at Severin and said, "As it happens, there is an Icicle Flame in the Treasure Pavilion." "Icicle Flame?" Severin was momentarily taken aback. The Icicle Flame ranked 18 on the Spiritual Fire list, and it originated from Northsea's depths. Known for the paradoxical extreme cold and extreme heat.