Naruto Bones Novels & Stories

After five minutes of patting around, I picked up a stick and lit the tip up with a Fire Nova. I slowly continued ahead, straining my ears to make sure I was not ambushed by anything unsavory. I glanced down and saw what appeared to be thousands of bones. Some broken, some intact and some that didn't belong to a person. Are these from all of the demon’s victims? I carefully tried not to break any of the bones while not tripping. It’s like it goes on forever- As far as I can see.

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.

The sound of compliments filled the air. "Ms. Bowen, you're so beautiful! No wonder you're the apple of your parents' eye!" "Of course, the richest man only has one precious daughter. They spoil her, hand and foot. I heard they even bought a small asteroid and named it after Ms. Bowen!" The only daughter. I lowered my gaze, unable to hold back a bitter laugh. This place was never meant for me. What was I even hoping for? I turned to leave, but a group of rich young women blocked my path.

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. "

He then motioned us to come closer. “Hello.” I waved at him and grinned while we walked towards him. On the huge wooden table, there were stacks of obsidians, and a heap of black-coloured bones of different parts. They looked a bit different from a human’s bones, albeit the structure looks almost the same.

As he read, the stranger his expression grew. Including the spirit bone offered to the public, there were seven spirit bones in the list but not all was as good as it looked. A Spirit Bone, ordinarily, has six slots that can be used upon. Out of these six slots, the torso and the head spirit bones are the rarest. So, these spirit bones weren't placed on the list. Not only that, every spirit bone was below the rank of ten thousand. Out of the seven, there were four spirit bones with ages ranging between 500-900.

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.

The creature—no, the man—that stepped into the torchlight looked as though he had been carved out of night itself. Taller than any warrior in the village, his shoulders were broad enough to eclipse the fires behind him, casting the survivors’ cage in deep shadow. Bones crowned his head—long, curved horns wrapped in sinew and painted black. His chest was streaked with white ash symbols, each one pulsing in the firelight like the marks of some ancient rite. He carried a spear twice Jenna’s height, its tip shaped from obsidian and something disturbingly pale.

They don’t pretend. At school, nothing changes. The same classes, the same bored teachers, the same students pretending not to feel anything. He sits in the back, doodling in his notebook, sketching bones and skeletons almost unconsciously. A morbid habit, but a harmless one. Better bones on paper than bones in his bed. At lunch, Jamie slides into the seat across from him. Jamie's got a sharp face and sharper tongue, always too curious for his own good. “You hear about the new girl?” Jamie asks.

The owner of the bone flute must be a cultivator as well. The cemetery used to be an ancient battlefield. It was haunted by countless spirits. He almost lost his back then. Fortunately, he was a cultivator with death-type abilities. The bone flute was a precious item. It captured countless spirits with its previous owner. He trained hard once he acquired the bone flute and was able to finally master it. There were over ten thousand spirits inside the bone flute, so he had an endless army at his beck and call.