Sans Bones Novels & Stories

Finn flipped over a couple of times in the air and crashed solidly to the ground. She let the water around her push her to his side, hands already glowing with her healing magic. Sophia could immediately see that the skin on his back had been ripped to shreds. It was nonexistent in some parts, and she could see the bones in his spine. One of Evelyn’s many beasts had taken a good chunk out of his left calf. “Hold on, Finn. You’re not going to die. I’ll let you take me on a date when we get back. Elijah won’t mind," Sophia rambled as she tried to encourage her friend to live on.

Bones snapped, blood sprayed, flesh ruptured beneath the merciless assault. By the time she stopped, he was hardly a man. His arms hung twisted and shattered, his knees bent grotesquely where they no longer belonged to bone. Blood poured freely, soaking the sand beneath him. His jaw hung at an unnatural angle, half torn from his face. One eye bulged halfway out of its socket, dangling loosely, while the other stared blankly at nothing. His chest wheezed shallowly. Barely alive… Barely human. Anana stared at him, her fury undimmed.

Selene hovered high above the battlefield, her dark robes billowing around her like wings. The moonlight gilded her pale skin, her silver hair streaming behind her as if she were underwater. Her lips curved into a smile that made my stomach twist. But it was the figure beside her that stopped my heart cold in its tracks. Kiernan Bones. His massive wolf form was larger than any beast should ever be, with his fur the color of dried, old blood. He hovered in the air beside her as if the sky were solid ground and I shivered when his sky blue eyes locked onto Dante, his muzzle peeling back in a silent snarl.

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."

I trust my wolf, even though we haven't known each other long, and our relationship is still new. ‘Just relax. It'll be over before you know it,’ Kai reassures me. ‘Take a deep breath in.’ Kai instructs, and I do as he says, breathing in deeply and filling my lungs. ‘And now slowly let it out,’ Kai says, and as I do, the last of my control over my body slips away as he fully takes control, and bones begin to break. I feel the first bone break, and while it hurts like a bitch, it's different than the last time. The bones continue to break one right after another, so fast I don't get time to process the pain from the first break, because the next one is already happening.

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.”

So thin, so bony . His panting breath stumbled when he felt clear bumps under his palms where - if his memories weren't very fooled - shouldn't be. Then it dawned on him. Bone. It was his bones that he felt. A little frightened, he raised his head and peeked timidly down at himself. He looked like a living skeleton. His ribs and hip bones were clearly visible under his white, parchment-like skin. Every tendon caught his eye. Horrified, he dropped back again and stared in disbelief at the shattered ceiling. He needed food immediately.

Bone manipulation Lv 5 (20 AF) (v) Change the bone structure of the user without lasting consequences. The number of bones and time of the change varies with skill level. [Affinities]: None The second one appeared right beside the first one, it was considerably smaller but didn't look as decrepit as the bone vulture. It had a healthy complexion, blood-red feathers, bright yellow pupils, and sharp talons. "And you'll be Max E. Mumm!" declared David, feeling proud of his naming sense. [Name: Max E. Mumm]

The injury was serious. “Sh*t! Have we really run into the White Bone Spirit?” Alex complained. Luna said with a solemn expression, “Under normal circumstances, even if this is a graveyard, there won’t be so many skeletons. A ten-meter-tall skeleton is even more impossible! So, this guy is definitely not transformed from a human being… Maybe, this is the real reason why the city in front has turned into ruins.” As Alex moved his hand, the Dragon Bone Sword, Seven Blades of Death and the Breaking Point all appeared before him.

"We need to talk about your arm." The cabin went quiet. Even Valerius stopped chewing. I looked down at my left side. They had cut away the sleeve of my jacket. My arm lay exposed on the white sheet. It was beautiful and terrifying. The black crystal bones were perfectly formed, interlocking with a precision that nature couldn't achieve. There was no flesh, no muscle. Just the dark, obsidian structure floating in a suspension of faint, purple mist. It looked like a constellation trapped in the shape of a limb.