Kovit Not Even Bones Novels & Stories

"I am the Alpha's mate." "We'll see," Kova said. "Get dressed. You need to be in the viewing box. He fights better when he can smell you." She tossed a clean jumpsuit at me. "Who is he fighting?" I asked, pulling the fabric over my aching body. Kova smiled. It was a cruel, excited smile. "We have a special guest tonight," she said. "Another reject from the Genesis program. An early prototype." She walked to the door. "They call him The Butcher. He's been undefeated for three years. And he eats the losers."

"That's for bullying Audrey! Apologize now or forget about being my mate! And don't even think about setting foot inside our house today! Tell your parents to stop trying to force me into marking you!" I slowly stood, ignoring the pain, and looked them both dead in the eye. "I told you I'm not choosing you as my mate. I've chosen someone else as my mate." Just as I turned toward the door, the old Lycan King appeared at the entrance. "What's going on here?" he asked sternly. "Nothing," I said with a calm smile. Behind him stood Sven, dressed in a deep navy suit. He had recovered from his surgery and was now able to stand. Regal and composed, he radiated the commanding presence of a future Alp

I hope I can protect her when the time comes. I hope she can resist Cassandra. Bones lay scattered across what was once a large reception area. Not human bones, though. Animals. Dogs, boars, and alligators. Large birds—herons or egrets, most likely. Curtis bent low to examine a particularly large skull. “These bones,” he said. “They all have marks on them. Teeth marks, but it doesn’t make sense.” He shifted the large skull to better see the marks. Large insects scurried in all directions, upset their home had been disturbed.

He managed to get to his feet before the zombie reached him. He slashed frantically at the stumbling corpse. The bone saw caught the fabric of Herwin's long shirt, ripping it and slicing through the flesh underneath as well. Black, coagulated blood gushed from the gaping wound in one side. The neurotic Viktor imagined that through the gash he could see a point of yellow bone and an organ disfigured by corruption.

"Sam, is Kristen hiding because she doesn't want to donate her bone marrow to me?" Violet asked pitifully. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Samuel ruffled her hair affectionately. "Don't worry. It's just leukemia. Even if Kristen doesn't donate her bone marrow to you, I'll search the entire country to find you a match." Violet pouted and said, "My body didn't show any signs of rejection upon receiving Kristen's bone marrow. The doctor said he's never seen two people with such a high level of compatibility."

"What's in this?" "Glow-moss roots, crushed iron-root, and a few things you really don't want to know about," Kaelin replied dryly, leaning against her workbench and crossing her scarred arms. "Drink up if you want to keep breathing. Because you have a much bigger problem than a few broken bones." Zeyric took a cautious sip, wincing at the searing, metallic taste before forcing the rest down. "What problem? We have Malakor's ledgers hidden in our boots."

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.

Suddenly the wind kicked up, hard and fast, tearing through the hollow like a scream. Nova jerked back. "We need to go." Atlas hesitated. "We haven’t seen what—" "We seen enough!" Wren shouted over the wind. A shape shifted behind the tree. Not human. Not animal. Just... wrong. They ran. Feet slipping in the mud, branches lashing at their arms, breath burning. They didn’t stop until the air turned light again, the shadowline behind them. Back at the Bone House, they collapsed in a heap. No one spoke for a long while.

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi

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.