Ice Bone Novels & Stories

I tell Ivy, reaching into my pocket again. It takes me a couple moments, but I’m able to find the small sliver of wolf’s bone. I pull it out and hold it up to her. It’s a fragment of my wolf’s femur, the very same piece of bone I’ve carried around ever since it first appeared to me that day at the camp. The moment it appeared before me, I should have known that it was always going to be Ivy. I hold the bone out to her. “I should have given this to you a long time ago.”

She seemed completely unaware of his eyes on her and muttered to herself, “Once I’ve made it big, I’m definitely buying this Bone Phoenix.” She was pointing at a semi-transparent spherical object. Inside, silver liquid flowed, and within it lay a curled mass of soft bone. It was a specialty of the Aesir tribe. In the eyes of the Aesir gods, its status was comparable to that of our Golden-Winged Dragon. Though I felt thoroughly disgusted after looking at it, once I saw the price tag and purchase rank, I understood Xiya’s desire.

I step on something. I look down. Shouldn’t have. It’s not a rock. It’s a bone. Long. Thin. Definitely human. “Fantastic,” I mutter. “Landmines made of femurs.” Trixie keeps moving, more careful now. Her eyes dart around the cave, sharp, calculating. But the deeper we go, the more bones we see. Whole drifts of them, scattered like someone threw a party and forgot to clean up the guests afterward. Then we hit the first trap.

Larissa scoffed coldly, "The skull has 29 bones, but you couldn't even get that right and made a skull with 30 bones. What do you think you're making, an alien skeleton?" The senior blushed. "O-Of course, I know that! You just mixed up all the bones after you kicked them loose!" She'd gotten the measurements wrong and couldn't piece the bones together at the start. Thus, she figured she'd fixed the problem by adding a tiny bone somewhere deep underneath. How did a freshman notice such a small bone in such an unnoticeable place? One of the braver freshmen walked up to count the bones. "One, two, three … There really are 30 bones! There's an extra piece in there!"

Roy is presently in a 70:30 situation, which meant his chances of dying were high, due to the amount of wolfsbane he was injected with. “He was injected with wolfsbane.” he finally replied. “What’s that?” Kimberly asked, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Elijah nervously ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t want to scare Kimberly, but she deserves to know the truth. “It’s a substance that temporarily numbs the wolf in a werewolf. Vampires use it when fighting, as an easy way to kill our kind.” “Roy is going to be okay, right?” she nervously asked.

Guards of prison allowed me to enter since they were informed yesterday by solider Oleg, I climbed down the stairs and walked ahead in dark underground corridor until I reached near witchbone copper bar prison, it was smelling bad, a Withcbone copper has one hideous smell, many people are not familiar with this smell but since I grew up with my grandmother I was well aware of this element, Witchbone copper are derived from only spine bone of powerful witches, they are mixed together with lake copper and generally used to build weapon and prison to weaken the power of any powerful creatures, this is kind of witchcraft is performed by a very powerful sorcerer who have high knowledge and pow

The woman’s whole body was ravaged with injuries, especially her face. It was so bad that not only was she not recognizable, but very little of her face was left. Bone showed through in several places. Zephyra’s stomach clenched and turned with nausea, and it took all the willpower she had to keep from getting sick right there. A piece of metal sparkled in the harsh shimmer of the motion detection lights, and Zephyra gladly looked away from what was left of the woman’s face to the small necklace around her neck. It was an All Seeing Eye pendant. It glittered and taunted her in a macabre sort of way. Zephyra knew this necklace all too well.

​Lyra froze, every muscle locking as a woman emerged from the gloom beneath the dead torches. One pale hand rested against the weeping wall, steadying herself. ​Upon her brow sat the Bone Crown—not the pristine relic Lyra had hauled across the continent, but an older, heavier iteration. The bone was darkened like aged ivory, worn smooth, with one side jaggedly sheared away above the temple. ​Yet it was the face beneath the mutilated artifact that stole Lyra's breath.

Seeing him broken on the ice felt terrifyingly wrong. Noa found himself skating forward before he even realized he was moving. "Leon!" The name escaped him louder than intended. Several teammates exchanged surprised looks. Noa dropped to one knee beside him. "Hey." Leon didn't answer. His face had gone far too pale. Noa's pulse exploded. "Leon, look at me." Nothing. The panic rising inside him became unbearable. Coach Finn knelt beside them and carefully inspected the injury. The skate blade from the collision had sliced across Leon's calf. Not too deep, but enough to bleed heavily.

Elias sat on his bed, back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. His phone screen glowed in the dim room as he scrolled through old competition footage, figure skaters who had won qualifiers in previous years, their flawless programs, the way they owned the ice like it belonged to them alone. Every clean triple axel, every centered spin, every confident landing felt like a knife twisting in his chest. His casted arm rested heavily on a pillow beside him, a constant, ugly reminder of how quickly everything could break.