Phoney Bone Novels & Stories

Zhang Jue smiled sinisterly and replied in an indifferent tone, "White Horse, you are also a renowned person in the world of cultivators. Have you ever heard of the Bone Eroding Palm?" 'Bone Eroding Palm?' White Horse was confused, but he had a bad feeling about it based on the literal meaning of the name. It must be something wicked since it had a deterring name. "That technique doesn't hurt when it first hits you." Zhang Jue explained with a smile, "However, you would die a horrifying death if you don't get the cure in half an hour. Your heart veins would become punctured, and all your muscles and bones would break down."

The doctor looked at Zayn with a stern expression. “At a glance, you’re a man who is decently dressed. How could you not know that your wife is malnourished? She is so thin and has lost all her bone density. Otherwise, her ribs would not have broken after being struck once with the stick!” Zayn was speechless. “Let her get more nutrition in the future.” Hana’s ribs were broken but she did not need any surgery. The doctor simply aligned her bones and bandaged them to secure them in place. She would be fine after recuperating.

James moves his hands to my knee as he squats down and holds my leg in place for the final blow to the wedge still invading deep in my thigh. I close my eyes and take several shaky breaths as I listen to the dull whistle of the mallet flying. It lands and my body vibrates, my femur’s previous fracture splintering to the head of the bone. The wedge wiggles side to side, widening the gap between the once singular bone now made two as Jonathon tries to dig it out of my flesh. I can hear the ripping of my bone being pulled apart like a log that wasn’t completely split.

"The doctor for bones... You have a funny name that I don't remember. He said that I should find an exercise that did not require the use of my legs and that would not overload my ribs.” "A Orthopedist been here?” “Evet!” He agree with his head, oscillating his dark hair. “Or rather, yes. An Orth... Doctor for bones.” I repress a smile. "Would your bone doctor care if you go down? My neck is starting to hurt.”

I play the recording of her voice during the meeting that Bones attended in my place, her explanation about the Phoenix project's progress streaming through the phone speaker as I grab my heavy cock with my free hand and start wanking. Tbc.

Is there supposed to be a difference between the time frame of dead humans' bones? Joanna sighed deeply, and stood up with everyone following suit. She raised the bone, in symphony with the blazing sun, and began gently, "Bones from ages ago are weaker and brittle. They often show signs of fossilization or mineralization, sometimes leading to a darker appearance, which is very obvious with this." "But, how did you know this?" Impressed was just an understatement as to what I felt at that moment. I felt proud. "I'm a student, have you forgotten that much?" She stated, and left me standing there alone.

At the same time, Gideon and Pacino sprang into action, causing the three forces to clash and the glowing object to be tossed aside. As it landed, everyone could see it clearly. "A bone?" they exclaimed in surprise. They had anticipated discovering a rare treasure or a divine weapon, not a mere piece of bone. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a finger bone. It was as large as a palm and incomplete. It was evident that it couldn't belong to a human. It was clearly from a beast.

He lay on the bed, gasping for breath. The village doctor gasped in awe. "Bone regeneration? My God, I'm witnessing the legendary bone regeneration technique! You're a miracle worker!" The doctor stared at Wendy in disbelief. Benny's face drained of color. "What's bone regeneration?" The doctor quickly explained, "You've misunderstood her. She's not trying to harm you. In fact, she's saving your leg. Your injury was so severe that there was a great chance you'd lose it, but this young lady is using a technique to help regenerate the bone. Your leg is going to be fine!"

But he wasn't spared. Crack. The sound was like a dry branch snapping, but much louder. It was the sound of bone breaking under immense pressure. The man shrieked, a sharp, piercing sound that cut off abruptly as he hit the ground. Both of his legs had been snapped at the shins, the bone protruding through the skin in a gruesome display of white against red. He lay there, clawing at the dirt, his breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps.

It was tight, strained, but devoid of the scream that should have been there. "Your bone density is... abnormal," the doctor said, the drill changing pitch as it hit resistance. "It's like trying to drill into concrete. Are you sure you haven't had metal implants before?" "Calcium," Cale gritted out. "Supplements." "That's a lot of milk, son." Whirrrrrr. Click. "Okay. The pin is set. I'm locking the external fixator. This is going to stabilize the tibia so you can stand. But you are not—I repeat, not—to put full weight on it. You lean on the crutches. Understood?"