Of His Bones Ao3 Novels & Stories

"You are pack. You are mine. Tonight, we seal it. Once the knot is tied, not even death can sever the bond." He lowered his head, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing the sensitive skin below my ear. "You smell like rain and fear," he murmured, his voice vibrating against my throat. "And heat. So much heat." He was right. I was burning up. It felt like my blood was boiling, bubbling just beneath the surface of my skin. "It hurts," I admitted, my voice trembling. "My bones... they ache."

Soon, he found that these three long things were bones. On the surface of each bone, a few words were engraved. The lustrous white bone was the Bone of Wind, the fiery red one was the Bone of Flame, and the ice-blue was the Bone of Thunder. When he got close to the Bone of Wind, Caspian immediately felt a gust of strong wind blowing on him. When he got close to the Bone of Flame, Caspian immediately felt the high temperature as if it was magma, which made his skin burn. Then, Caspian's eyes lit up when he approached the Bone of Thunder.

I can't even control how wet I'm growing at the moment, hearing Bones say that, finding me sexually appealing. Gravitating back to Bones, he grabs a vibrator and walks to where I'm strapped. He goes to his knees, but before that, I see the wet patch on his briefs, showing that he is already releasing his precum. He parts my wet pussy lips, groaning hard at the sight. “So pretty.” He breathes with pride. “Can you see that, Bones?” He calls over his shoulder. Bones moves closer, eyes down on my pussy. “Such a big, wet clit.”

Declan finalizes and I glare at the brothers. "Goddess! You're such a pretty princess, even when you're mad at Cliff and Bones," Oona says. I arced a brow and looked down to her. "Who's Bones?" I ask. She points at Declan. "He's one of the strongest men in this pack. His fellow warriors call him Bones. I don't know why, but I think it may be because he's so strong. Now that you're going to be his wife. You have nothing to worry about because he's going to protect you forever." Little Oona says before dabbing her mouth with a towel.

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.

Every part of his skin was shining, and he seemed to have turned into a ball of light. His muscles were as transparent as the purest crystal, and his bones were as bright as jade. It could be seen that many of the bones in his body had broken. Fortunately, he had integrated some Jade in Stone before, so the bones in his spine, arms, legs, and other vital parts were complete. As the Qi in Ding Hao's body surged, a series of cracking sounds of bones came out.

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.

This was a room where many met their doom; I was convinced of it. Initially, shapes blurred in the gloom, but as I approached the steps leading up to the single enormous throne, the light filtering through the domed glass ceiling revealed a horrifying truth: human bones, stark white against the dark stone. I recoiled, a shudder passing through me. “This is my throne, huntress,” his voice echoed, cold as the room itself. He caressed the bone-encrusted chair, a sickeningly tender touch. “These are the bones of my enemies.”

Inside the body, something irritatingly crunched and shifted quite palpably so that Vic could hardly restrain himself from screaming. A recently seen picture immediately arose before my eyes - new bone outgrowths come out of the dragon's skeleton and begin to crawl, intertwine, strengthen the backbone. But what happens to his own body?

*We don’t have much time left. *No, I... I’m not done yet,* I growled in defiance, trying to get up from the ground, but my body gave way, and I crashed back to the earth. *Damn it,* I howled, forcing myself up, standing on my hind legs, glaring at Darius defiantly. My body was screaming for rest, every muscle aching from the strain of battle. Worse yet, Darius’s attacks—his mana—were slowing my healing, like poison seeping through my veins. I could feel his dark and malicious mana corrupting my ability to regenerate, worsening my condition.