Ice Bone Novels & Stories

He slices them away with a flick of his fingers, and we step into a ring of stones. Bones litter the center. Carved antlers are nailed to tree trunks. Runes painted in something too dark to be paint. Arranged around the largest stone are bones in starburst patterns. Some so old they’ve turned black with age. But one bone is newer. Bleached and smoothed, a femur maybe. It has a single word etched into it. Ilsa. My breath catches. I drop to my knees before it. Fingers hovering. Not quite touching.

However, he has almost run out of spiritual energy. He noticed something that fell out of Rex's body and was shocked by the realization. What kind of amazing item could survive being touched by the Dimensional Arrow? He stepped forward to pick it up. It was a three-inch bone-shaped item in a gray color. It looked like a human foot, but it was much bigger. He squeezed it hard, and he could not believe the bone was unharmed. Wilbur was shocked again. 'Is this the Crystal Bone?' he wondered. The material felt like the Crystal Bone, but it had lost its energy, so it was gray in color.

Armani managed to push Dex towards the wall and grabbed Zaylee's body. "Armani lay her back there" "Sorry friend" Armani dashed out of the house. Dex's vision became bloody, he took out a bottle of wine by the counter and drank it all in a gulp. He shattered the bottle on the floor and began to pick up the pieces "Zaylee!" he yelled her name. The broken glasses had injured his skin and blood gushed out. "Zaylee!!" he yelled her name louder this time. He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass

Then Ding Hao noticed that the hand bones on the cyan-gray skeleton moved slightly. Then, something strange happened. The cyan-gray skeleton suddenly seemed to have melted. Every part of the skeleton began to glow with cyan light. The metal bones covered with rust wriggled like small milk cakes under the sun. Finally, they completely liquefied. The cyan liquid kept surging to the center.

he explains. "I think I'll be fine," I say brushing it off. "Gargoyle bones are made of different material, you know." "What?" says Bennet surprised. "What do you mean?" "I don't remember the exact specifications, but I know that our bones happen to be much tougher than any other beings' bones. I think they're as hard as diamonds if I remember correctly." "Really?" asks Bennet. I smile. "Really," I say, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair of his forehead. Bennet smiles down at me.

Yet, no matter how furious he became, the relentless force continued to strike at his skeletal frame. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of impacts echoed continuously, and the elder’s bones shimmered with a faint, silvery light. Adrian observed, slightly surprised. “I didn’t expect your bones to be this ancient, with such a peculiar quality. Truly impressive.”

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

'Haha…' Yusof did not panic even when faced with the fact that Ambrose was about to kill him. He laughed pleasingly. "Ambrose, oh, Ambrose. I was scared of you before. But from the looks of it, you're just a reckless kid too. Since I have the courage to reveal myself, I'm not afraid of you anymore. Truth be told, the tea you drank just now is mixed with a Bone-eroding pill. It is a poison that I refine. It is colorless and odorless. When it spreads out in your body, it will infiltrate into your bone marrow. You're not going to withstand it even if your bone is made out of iron steel. Hahaha…"

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.

He then motioned us to come closer. “Hello.” I waved at him and grinned while we walked towards him. On the huge wooden table, there were stacks of obsidians, and a heap of black-coloured bones of different parts. They looked a bit different from a human’s bones, albeit the structure looks almost the same.