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I muttered, but it came out warmer than I meant. By nightfall, the city had sunk back into its real skin—neon bruises, the stench of wet trash, the throb of a thousand heartbeats. I fed the safe way: bagged units lifted from a distracted hospital guard. Blood that tasted like regret and rubber tubing. It kept the hunger dulled, but never satisfied.Sometimes I’d walk past bars where laughter rolled out like heat. Men and women leaned over tables, their throats bared in trust, their pulses glowing beneath thin skin. Hunger hit sharp on nights like that. Travis would whisper, “Old you would’ve drained them all,” and I’d hate him for being right.The notebook weighed heavier each day. I filled it

I was now convinced that something was bothering him but if there was anyone who should be bothered right now then it should be me because he was the one who left my business and took a full day staring at the skyline while I was killing myself over some stupid baking tutorial videos I cleared my throat loudly. “So I read online that there’s a book titled The Chicago curses. The synopsis says the book has details on the curses that happened in this city from centuries ago.” Miles sighed. “If we’re lucky, we can find something about body swaps and maybe a solution on how to reverse it,” I replied. Miles turned to me with a hard expression. “And you couldn’t find any copy of the book online?”

Rain smashed into the earth like it wanted to bury the whole damn city, turning the graveyard into a sopping mess of mud and hunched figures clutching black umbrellas. Sienna Calder stood off to the side, her boots sinking into the muck, her old jacket—splattered with paint from a dozen late-night rants—sticking out like a middle finger among the somber suits. She wasn’t here to weep. She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself.

She was getting bored. She went into the study to search for a new fantasy book. Alberto, her brother, added a new collection after fifteen days. He knew his sister loved to read fantasy books instead of love stories. She was running her fingers over the queue of the book's titles. "Twilight, Dead Beautiful, The Kiss of Deception, Relentless." She whispered the names of the titles, "City Of Bones," She pulled it out from the queue. She hadn't read it.

Getting into the car, they rushed through the city at night, the streets were almost empty, not a hint of the traffic jams that this city loves so much. At this time, Conrod slept soundly in an embrace with Christine. He occasionally shuddered and tossed and turned. He had a dream. The same dream continues. He runs into the light at the end of the corridor and enters a large room with perfectly even walls and an endless ceiling. Conrod turns around and sees the beast in front of him or the beast sees Conrod. The picture changes all the time. The passage to the tunnel instantly disappears, and they simultaneously rush at each other, inflicting terrifying blows. Bone crunching, flesh flying ou

“No. As in something strange happening in their territory.” “I don’t think so. I haven’t been keeping tabs for the last few days though.” “Maybe there’s no news.” “Is there something specific you want to know?” Marc stroke a match and dropped it down. The flames roared. “Probably. It’s still too soon.” After filling the dirt over the ashes, they exited the Western Umbre Graveyard, which was occasionally filled with ghouls even though it was illegal to dig old graves and eat the bodies. Witch Bones was decorated like a medieval cavern: gloomy atmosphere, wooden tables, and tall stools. On the walls were animal skulls and horns. Honestly, she often wondered how they had never been sued for tha

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

The City of Bones. I'd heard the name only once before, years ago, back when I still believed the world ended at the edge of the palace gardens. A traveler had passed through in winter, drunk on cheap wine and colder nights, and he'd sat by the kitchen fire telling stories to anyone who'd listen. Most of what he said had been forgotten by morning — travelers always exaggerated, everyone knew that. But one story had stayed with me. A city swallowed by the earth, he'd said, voice low, eyes darting toward the shadows like even speaking the name might summon something. A city cursed by gods who no longer had names anyone remembered. A city nobody who entered ever returned from.

Not romance. Promise. Possession. Outside, the city roared—inside, the lines were drawn in blood and bone. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ Next: 22 — Fault

They sensed what lay ahead—the old death, the ancient curse, and the awakening dark. Aria dismounted and pressed her hand against her mount’s snout. “Stay. If we don’t return by dusk, run west. Don’t look back.” The wolf growled low, reluctant, but obeyed. Then the group advanced. --- Eldralen: City of Dust and Bone The ruins revealed themselves slowly, like a corpse rising from its grave. Broken spires jutted from the earth at jagged angles. Stone buildings stood partially collapsed, overgrown with black vines and moss that whispered in the wind. Every surface was etched with time and war.