My Blood And Bones In A Flowing Galaxy Novels & Stories

I hated him for that. And I loved him more than I could stand. “You don’t understand what giving your blood means,” I said. “It’s not just a wound. It’s a bond. Once you do it, you’re part of it. Of him. Of… whatever this is.” Ethan leaned in, pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t care.” I closed my eyes. Just for a second. But in that second, I saw something behind my eyelids. A cradle of bones.

Fairytales aren’t real, but nightmares sure are! Vampires now have my head, torso, and legs in their hands as they carry me, god knows where. If I could shift, now would be the time, but nothing…not even a hair out of place. I am taken into a huge ballroom with towering ceilings and dark walls. In the center is a small platform. An eerie crimson light trickles in from the huge skylight above.

Blood marked the stone below the broken window above. Fresh. Dark. But no body. Lyra crouched. Touched the blood with two fingers. Warm. The Bone Crown pulsed. Vision struck instantly. Cassian hitting the courtyard stones. Bone cracking. Blood blooming beneath him— Then shadow rushing beneath his body like living water. Holding him. Lifting him. Carrying him through the palace gates before anyone saw. Lyra gasped and pulled her hand back. Lucien arrived behind her, pale and furious.

A bone poked out at the arm’s joint, with blood streaming down. “What?”

Beads of jewels glinted from the fur and caught the red-rimmed baby blue of his eyes that had turned almost luminescent. My blood ran cold when he stroked one of the nude women’s hair by his side, before his iron claws pierced into her temple. The woman’s eyes went wide, rolling back into her head as I struggled to keep my face devoid of expression. What the actual fuck? Kiernan Bones was a sick bastard, there was no doubt about it. I watched one of his footguards rush forward with a goblet, collecting the bright red blood and brain matter that shot from both sides of her pierced head like a fountain.

All that remained were his bones, eerily intact despite the destruction. From his bones sprouted a black fluid—the symbiote. It moved and enveloped his skeleton, regenerating his flesh. The fluid coursed through his nerves and internal organs before finally reforming his skin. All the while, the flames burned intensely, melting the ground beneath him. Suddenly, the weakened door burst open, barely hanging on its hinges. Bleak entered, armed to the teeth. Emily glanced at Hound, realizing he was still burning and unconscious. She grabbed a longsword from the nearby counter and stepped protectively in front of him.

She didn't feel like the words were being screamed at her, but for her. "Blood of Family! Blood like Bones Digging Deep!!" Then she was crashing, falling, down, down, hitting things along the way, some roots, some white objects, hard. Like bone.

“Let’s speak inside. Away from wandering ears.” Inside the war room, the fire had been stoked again, its flames hungrily licking up the narrow chimney. Tessa, Dorian, Rylan, Kira, Galen and Alpha Ashmoon gathered around the central table. The maps had been pushed aside for now, replaced with reports - most of them splattered in blood. “I saw one of the beasts up close,” Galen said, arms crossed. “Metal laced through its bones. Eyes like rot made flesh. And magic - oily, thick. Not natural.”