Phoney Bone Novels & Stories

“You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it” Phelan stooped and picked up a mirror, held it tight between her palms. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, grinding her teeth against each other. Ozouf flinched. He began to take a step back, stopped. “Last chance, Phelan. Take your time to think of; us or your friends” Phelan's answer was to cock the arm that held the mirror. But she stood still, thought for a whip and moved a step back towards the edge of her bed.

Yet, no matter how furious he became, the relentless force continued to strike at his skeletal frame. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of impacts echoed continuously, and the elder’s bones shimmered with a faint, silvery light. Adrian observed, slightly surprised. “I didn’t expect your bones to be this ancient, with such a peculiar quality. Truly impressive.”

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

"The bone isn't considered injured, but there was a slight impact to it. Rest up and take some health tonic. Come to my consultation room and I'll prescribe you some ointment to reduce inflammation." Rachel heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Dr. Jenkins." Xavier walked her to his consultation room. "It's right to be careful about bone-related injuries, especially since it's not something visible to the naked eye. Last month, a young lady came to us because she was knocked by a car. She wasn't in much pain at that time, but one week later, she experienced such grievous pain she had to come back again for another check. That was when we realized that her bone had shifted in position. Thankfu

HELEN’S P.O.V. Walking on bone doesn't sound like walking on stone. Stone is solid; it returns the energy of your step. Bone absorbs it. It feels dead, damp, and fundamentally wrong. We ascended the spiraling ramp of the Bone Tower. To my left was a sheer drop of three hundred feet into the burning ruins of the Market District. To my right was the central pillar of the tower a fused, twisted spine the width of a redwood tree, made from thousands of crushed skeletons.

"The inkwell's alive. It bites." "Of course it does." The cabinet was locked with something older than iron. Bone. A femur, carved with teeth-marks, bound across the doors with silver wire. I could feel the Void fragment behind it. Not heat. Not cold. The particular absence of both, like a tooth missing from the world's jaw. "Help me with this." I gripped the bone. "Pull on three." "Mimi-" "One." "This is a bad idea." "Two." "We're going to die."

Poppy didn't quite understand, but she listened. Cola didn't want to leave, but seeing the look on his human's face, he reluctantly followed her out. A little awkward, Zeph started taking off his layers. He peeled off one piece after another until only a thermal shirt remained. He sat stiffly, not even sure where to put his hands. Nicole felt a little awkward, too, but she pulled the fabric aside at his shoulder and pressed lightly around it. "Does the bone hurt?" It hurt, but not quite like a fracture. More like a deep ache, sometimes twitching, with a numb, swollen feeling.

Teddy pauses for a moment before continuing. "Your bone marrow is spongy tissue that is found inside our bones. Red bone marrow is found in the pelvis, skull, and sternum, while yellow bone marrow is found in the long bones of our legs, such as the femur and humerous." Those are the bones in our arms and legs. The iron bar that fell when you grabbed it accidentally smashed into your leg bones, nearly crushing them. As you can see, the physicians have mentioned this.” Teddy got intimate, stating,

Red liquid drops off them and they settle on the bottom of the socket. I step back and grab the mattock. I pry some stone away from the clavicle, a cracked scapula and the tops of the humerus. They were abnormally small in comparison to the skull, as though the head had grown, but the body had remained the size of a toddler’s. The bones had scratches all over them, indicating the marks of trauma. I retch and swallow the taste of vomit. “Rita?” Boris calls from the other side of the safety tape.