Kovit Not Even Bones Novels & Stories

He didn't expect that Gideon would let go of the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, letting Constantin grab it. With that, Gideon dropped his stance and slammed his fist, gripping the Beast Supreme Bone, straight into Constantin's crotch. Just like that, Constantin's lower half was shattered. His scalp went numb. After a split second of shock, he let out a miserable howl. The Beast Supreme Bone Spur dropped from his hand. Gideon picked it up and vanished again. "What the…" Lavinia saw it all, her expression twisted. Gideon was vicious as hell. Now, Constantin was completely deranged. First, his head got caved in. Now, his jewels have been crushed. He was done.

‘Your an idiot’ ‘What now Finn?’ ‘Do you have any idea what you said?’ ‘I told her to accept us, Finn. I begged her.’ ‘How did I get cursed with such a stupid human?’ ‘Don’t call me stupid!’ I down the glass of whiskey fast wanting to drown out Finn’s pestering. I can hear him trying to say something but I am feeling a lil fuzzy. Wow this whiskey must be stronger than I am used to. I am not stopping here though and pour another drink wanting to drown out this rejection. I just take another drink of my whiskey when there is a knock on my door.

The injury was serious. “Sh*t! Have we really run into the White Bone Spirit?” Alex complained. Luna said with a solemn expression, “Under normal circumstances, even if this is a graveyard, there won’t be so many skeletons. A ten-meter-tall skeleton is even more impossible! So, this guy is definitely not transformed from a human being… Maybe, this is the real reason why the city in front has turned into ruins.” As Alex moved his hand, the Dragon Bone Sword, Seven Blades of Death and the Breaking Point all appeared before him.

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

"But the dead deserve dignity. We should cremate it quickly. We can't let some unclaimed body delay your generous gift to me. I'd feel terrible." Just then, Kip arrived. He tenderly brushed sweat from Jen's temple, his sigh heavy with adoration. "You're too compassionate, Jen. After everything you sacrificed—the self-experimentation, the pain—you still defend deserters. It hurts to see." My brother, mirroring Kip's heartache, was about to agree when a construction worker yelled, "Hey! What's that shining in there?" All eyes pivoted. A cold, metallic glint winked from within my decayed rib cage.

He spoke. "Too late, Lucas. Because that is exactly what I have done" she wanted to say those words, but she didn't. It only ranged in her head. When Lucas observed that she was making no attempt to speak, he spoke out after letting out a sigh. "A few days to the full moon, the rogues attacked and we were able to capture one of them who was locked up in the dungeon for torturing and interrogation," "His name is Kovu." He sighed. "During the full moon, we all went hunting as usual. After the night's hunting, the next morning, we discovered Kovu was dead in the dungeon. He was poisoned" He finished as she bulged her eyes in shock.

Although these corpses were not in a high realm, they were better because they had copper skin and iron bones, which were extremely resistant. Even if their bodies were pierced and cut into several pieces, they could still rush up and bite. Although the human-shaped skeleton was not in any danger under their siege, it was still annoying to be entangled by these corpses. They were like sticky plasters, which could not be shaken off. Just as the human-shaped skeleton was waving the long spear in his hand and considering whether to use some hidden means, a green light suddenly appeared at his ribs. The azure light quickly burned into a thumb-sized flame.

The scout struggled for breath. "Nobody knows." Not a reassuring answer. "The ground is moving." Nobody liked that either. Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wonderful. Ancient monsters, magical crowns, and now moving mountains." "You're coping poorly," Cassian observed. "I'm coping exactly as expected." The argument ended abruptly. The Bone Crown suddenly burned. Not warmth. Not discomfort. Pain. White-hot pain. Lyra cried out. Her knees hit the snow. A scream tore through her skull.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.