Of His Bones Ao3 Novels & Stories

The figure who stood before us was a cruel masterpiece of the New Wild’s logic. He wore the face of Silas Vance—the same sharp jaw, the same predatory stillness—but he was no longer a man of flesh and blood. His skin had the texture of aged parchment, and his eyes were two jagged splinters of light, fixed and unblinking like the wooden stars above. In his hand, the pen made of human bone hummed with a low, vibrational frequency that made the paper path beneath our feet curl and smoke.

My stomach turned. “You’re not Kieran,” I snapped, but the bond thread yanked as if it disagreed. My ribs ached. My breath hitched. The Hollow King tilted his head, studying the mate bond tug. “He’s an excellent bridge,” he said softly. “A body built for command. A bond built for obedience. All I needed was infection.” Infection. Dax’s body shuddered once, as if something inside him tried to bite back. My mark flared hot, answering the bone door’s hum. The threshold felt like a line between life and possession.

I could see the three forces ahead, as predicted creating a bottleneck between them. “Ossibut isero,” I commanded, holding my palm out, the components lifting and merging in the air, before dispersing on the breeze. At first there was nothing, but I could feel the power draw, pulling the tiny fragments of bone from the soil and melding them together. Animal bone, mankind bone, brethren bone. Fed by magic, they grew like vines, pushing through the earth, mounding the land before breaking free into the air, coiling, tangling, snarling at the heels of the stronghold armies, forcing them inwards as the unforgiving thorny spines pierced anything in their way. I heard the shrieks as several unfort

They were bright like his other ones, but he had twined different pieces of string around these ones which were bleached with age. He had slits on his ribs that remained firmly shut and were surrounded by dried blood that had gone flaky and had turned the colour of his skin. More of the flaky blood was around the huge bones lining each side of his spine which resembled small trees growing from his back. He had a long tail that was pointed straight up so I could see that it was decorated with skulls. The skulls had been placed into cuts in his tail that the skin had grown around to hold them in place. I could see a fresh one had been placed near the tip that shook when he waved his tail about

She jutted her chin up as if wanting to say, “Now it is your turn” I raised my hands and replied, “Alright. Let me know if you can resist my charm” She let out a soft whimper and stepped a bit away. Rain’s eyes squinted as I felt a tingling sensation spread across my body as my bones began to shift and crack. My clothes were torn apart as my muscles bulged and elongated, my frame growing more robust and powerful.

Within a bit of a second, the wounded skin started stitching together. "My injuries have healed, and I can proceed to the hospital now. But these human legs are too slow. I will need to mutate into my original form." He mumbled. He screamed in pain as his bones dislocated themselves, and the transformation began. White razor-sharp teeth came out of his gums, and black fur appeared on his body. In the darkness, his human shadow upon the ground faded until it disappeared, and the transformation was complete. Under the bright moonlight stood a wolf glowing in the woods, and its distinctive yellow eyes could not be hidden in the dark as it raced towards the direction of the hospital.

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.

"I can show you. But not without a price." "What do you want?" I asked. I would give anything. "Blood," he replied. Without hesitation, I shifted one of my claws, slashed it across the palm of my hand, and held it above his. When the blood dropped on his bones, it began to bubble, and slowly, dried skin began to grow and cover the bones. The process was macabre, but I watched as the skeleton was no longer one, but a wizened old man with white hair and a ragged cloak. He was hunched, but almost towered over me.

Before he could think about it, his meridians finished healing, and he realized something strange—the beast blood in his body gradually stabilized. It was not as violent or destructive as before and calmed down as if made for Andrius’ body. Andrius did not know whether to be worried or happy. Time passed slowly. The solitary moon in the sky was somber as Andrius gradually adapted to the infusion of beast blood and slowly regained some strength. However, it was then something even stranger happened. Sensing something unknown in his body, he checked internally and discovered that a bone was slowly forming. Based on its appearance, it was a beast bone! One that exuded a faint power that made An

"We need to talk about your arm." The cabin went quiet. Even Valerius stopped chewing. I looked down at my left side. They had cut away the sleeve of my jacket. My arm lay exposed on the white sheet. It was beautiful and terrifying. The black crystal bones were perfectly formed, interlocking with a precision that nature couldn't achieve. There was no flesh, no muscle. Just the dark, obsidian structure floating in a suspension of faint, purple mist. It looked like a constellation trapped in the shape of a limb.