Phoney Bone Novels & Stories

How bad could it be? Without saying a word, the doctor pulled out Tina’s radiograph, putting it under the light so Marcus could see it clearly. Fynn started, “This is her left leg. As you can see, her bone is severely broken. It broke in half. We need to insert an internal fixator to help them heal.” “Her wolf could not help her heal?” Marcus furrowed. Fynn shook his head. His expression turned serious, too. “I think there must be something has had happened to her wolf. Her wolf did not heal her at all.”

It was Betty, immersed in a light blue shimmering, viscous liquid, which she let her breathe and her smashed arm surrounded with cellular nano fabric. Silas stood next to the holographic console. His hands flew with one Speed over the bright buttons that made me dizzy. His glasses reflected the blue light of the capsule. “Reconstruction of the radius and Ulna bones is at eighty-eight percent”, Silas murmured more to himself than to us. He typed another sequence. ‘I increase the calcium feed in the nutrient gel. This archaic slum feed has its Bone density is ruined. If I already repair them, then right.”

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.

Her skeletal frame clung to it like a specimen on display. A long, horrifying wound ran from her chest all the way down to her lower abdomen. The glass door was smeared with blood. A torn piece of liver and strands of intestine were pressed visibly against it, dripping red. She looked like a living anatomical exhibit. Crack! The sound of bone snapping rang out. Crushed by the zombie tide behind her, her bones warped under the pressure. With a sharp pop, a row of ribs burst through her flesh. Pale bone fragments, still clinging with shredded meat, jammed against the glass. They scraped against it with a sickening squeal.

"Well it seems my dear niece has been hiding more from people then I originally thought. She's been living with a bum ankle. They have to retreat it do some remodeling, set and pin it, then put it in traction for a few days, and then cast it." "Whoa calm down what do you mean retreat and remodel...." "Apparently she broke it a while ago but never got it taken care. So there are pieces of bone missing so they have to retreat it file some of it down, and then fill in the holes in with a makeshift bone." "Damn that sounds like it was painful and a disaster waiting to happen" Blake growled low at the pain the woman must of been in. "I'm sorry" Leon nodded and the two men sat silently for a bit w

his sick taunts echo in the hall as I claw my way to my room leaving a trail of blood behind my. The sting of hot metal piercing my skin is one so unimaginable the scream that leaves my mouth is one so horrifying it would scar the devil away only it didn’t because he follows behind me carful not to step on the blood train I'm leaving behind.

My voice cracked slightly on the last word. My father let out a long, slow breath through his nose, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck in a gesture I recognized from my childhood… the one that meant he was truly worried. "Spirit marrow. That's ancient damage, the kind the old texts warn about. It takes months for the bone-magic to knit when it's fractured like that. Sometimes longer."

“But the cops are right outside to talk to you so maybe they will have more information.” “Thanks…” I tried to motion at my body as best as I could. “So what about me, how's it looking?” “You want the raw truth?” I nod. “The bones on the left side of your body are completely shattered and at first, we thought it was irreparable, but since you've been here, there's been a slight change in your muscular activity, so we give it about three to six months and you'll be right back on your feet.” I tried hard not to balk.

The air still smelled like disinfectant and sugar from James’s sweet. And yet, something in me cracked open in silence. I stared at Doctor Phelix. My throat felt tight, as if the words had lodged there. “How,” I said, but it came out like a breath, not a question. Doctor Phelix’s expression stayed careful. Too careful. Like a man stepping around broken glass. “My tests indicate you are not a match,” he repeated, slower this time, as if saying it gently could lessen the impact. “Which means you cannot donate bone marrow to James.”

The scout struggled for breath. "Nobody knows." Not a reassuring answer. "The ground is moving." Nobody liked that either. Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wonderful. Ancient monsters, magical crowns, and now moving mountains." "You're coping poorly," Cassian observed. "I'm coping exactly as expected." The argument ended abruptly. The Bone Crown suddenly burned. Not warmth. Not discomfort. Pain. White-hot pain. Lyra cried out. Her knees hit the snow. A scream tore through her skull.