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Their weary gazes fell upon a pile of bleached white bones near the entrance, stripped clean of any flesh. It appeared as though someone or something had meticulously cleaned them, leaving behind a haunting testament to the grim reality of the situation. The realization dawned on the beastmen as they counted the bones meticulously, finding more than a hundred sets of skeletons piled up before them. Their faces contorted with anger and ferocity at the sight. The implications were clear: these clean bones could only mean that someone had devoured these beastmen, leaving nothing but their skeletal remains behind. The beastmen's fury ignited, fueled by the perceived barbarism of the humans.

“My shovel hit on something I thought was a rock at first, until I pried it up.” Brad and Neisha exchanged a puzzled glance then Brad turned back to the landscaper. “What is it? Buried treasure?” “No, it’s that.” Mathew pointed toward an object next to one of the holes. It looked like a jagged stone, gray with clots of dirt still clinging to it. Brad stepped closer, bending over to get a better look . . . He gasped and backpedaled away when he realized what he was looking at. It wasn’t intact but rather partial; Brad could make out one eye socket and the nose hole, and on one side it curved down into part of the jaw bone.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

Anyone would feel like they were rocks, even though they felt light. “Whose are these?” Yohan asks sucking a deep breath. “Lorenzo. His are the only bones available.” “What about his mate?” Eleanor shrugged, “I don’t know. From the books we’ve read it does say that their bones are supposed to be together, right? We’re supposed to infiltrate Verdant and Boreas to look for his mate’s bones. Maybe if we did, we could finally figure out just what happened.” My voice shakes, but I ignore it. “Why? I don’t really see why you’d have to find out the reason behind all of this.”

The dark purple blended well with my skin colour and the bust size was just perfect for my overloaded bosom. Sometimes I envied Ini for her lucky body type, unlike me, she wasn't too heavy in the front and wasn't an overload behind. She had both sides in perfect form and anything she wore fitted her perfectly. As for me, I wasn't too gifted behind. They're so many of my dresses I had to give up to Ini because they looked better on her and Ini being the good friend she is, cleared half the dresses in my closet but promised to go shopping with me to fill up the blank spaces she left behind.

"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."

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

"He sanded down the remains of tortured children until they looked like gems. And he wears them. He planted them around his estate. He has cufflinks made of femurs and collars made of vertebrae." "But... why?" Leela breathed, tears pricking her eyes, blurring the terrible drawings. "Why would he do that? It’s... it’s an abomination." "Camouflage," Elder Horne rasped, turning from the fireplace. "The magic trapped in those bones... it isn't dead. It is pure, suffering Elemental energy. It creates a frequency—a white noise of pain—that blinds the Moon Goddess." Horne looked at Leela, his eyes wet.

He wore a simple black t-shirt and dark baggy jeans, looking entirely detached from the multi-million naira business happening three feet away from him. "No, no, no," Ada’s voice sliced through the serene classical music playing softly through the hidden showroom speakers. She stood on a raised circular platform in front of a three-way mirror, a half-finished wedding gown pinned to her slim-curvy frame. "Are you people blind? Look at the structuring on the corset. It’s completely uneven. I told Madam Joyce specifically that I wanted the boning to taper inward to emphasize my waist,so my curves are highlighted, not make me look like a box."

Hearing the commotion coming from the living room, Joseph padded out of the room and asked Victoria about the bone. Victoria looked like she was deep in thought as she glanced at my femur. "I can't remember when I ordered this. I probably bought it to make a bone carving. Or perhaps this is a wedding gift from one of my friends. "Forget it. I'll work on it later. It's been a while since I made a carving. Besides, the texture of this bone is quite good." I laughed helplessly. The first wedding gift that Victoria received was my femur. Of course, human bones were different from animal bones.