My Blood And Bones In A Flowing Galaxy Novels & Stories

Swoosh… The other six immortal bones also merged into Andrius’ body. “Oh no!” “This is bad!” “Quick, retrieve the bones!” The horrified group cast their techniques to pull the immortal bones out of Andrius’ body. However, what shocked them was that the bones had completely broken free of their control, fully fusing into Andrius’ body. No matter what they did or how hard they tried, they could not retrieve the bones. Meanwhile, Andrius’ body underwent dramatic changes. Each immortal bone was like a perfect catalyst, reacting violently with the dragon blood in his body.

For the first time, I felt how terrifyingly empty this house was. The truth is, I had known about Tara Moon for a while now. Not long after Ethan and I began dating seven years ago, we were inseparable, just like any other couple in love. He was gentle and always patient with my fiery temper. I was young and bold, passionate like a flame. He often teased me, saying my name was gentle like a flower, but my spirit was a wild horse. Feigning anger, I would kick at him and retort, "So what? Does taming me give you some kind of thrill?"

I stepped into the stream, cleansing myself of the night’s violence and my turbulent thoughts. The transformation back to human form came naturally, my bones cracking and shifting as I felt the familiar sensation of skin stretching over muscle. I emerged from the water, wading to the bank, and sank down, staring up at the stars. The vast sky offered no answers, only silence and somehow, I found myself thinking about her again.

Inward. It was the vision that consumed him wholly. He stood in a world that was not real. A sea of stars sprawled overhead, but they pulsed red, as if the heavens bled. Below, the earth was scorched black, cracked with lines of molten silver that glowed like veins. He looked down. His hands were bloodstained. Not from now. From then. And beside him was a throne of bones. Cracked. Empty. Haunted. Chains snaked out from its base, burrowing into the earth, dragging something beneath into stillness.

Cobwebs hung like death shrouds from the ceiling, and the floorboards creaked ominously under their weight. He laid her on a moldy couch and began his grotesque work—multiple IV lines, blood collection bags, and a portable centrifuge he'd stolen from the hospital. As the needles pierced her pale skin, something miraculous happened: her blood didn't flow red into the bags, but rather a luminescent silver that seemed to pulse with its own inner light. "Incredible," he breathed, momentarily forgetting his fear. This was beyond anything he'd imagined—liquid moonlight flowing from her veins, then her blood followed.

“But your blood doesn’t. So listen.” I thought she meant it metaphorically. I was young. Arrogant. Stupid enough to think blood was just blood. And now… now I see it. The blood on the floor beneath me has pooled in strange ways—not just in smears and splatters. No, it’s curved. Spread. Stretched itself thin like muscle torn from bone. Formed jagged spirals and hooks, some of them mimicking the shapes carved into my ribs. I blink, and they shift.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

"The bond is now unbreakable. But not parasitic. You are two souls, joined by choice, each complete in yourself but stronger together. This is what moonbound pairs were meant to be before fear and misunderstanding corrupted the concept." I look at Kael, and he's different. The Bloodwraith Mark on his ribs no longer glows red—it's now silver-black, beautiful instead of angry. His eyes are their normal silver, but there's a depth to them that wasn't there before. A calm certainty. He looks at me, and I know I've changed too. I can feel the dreamweaving settled inside me, no longer wild and barely controlled. It's a river I can direct instead of a flood threatening to drown me.