Sans Bones Novels & Stories

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.

I enjoy it. My wetness soaks into the material of the seat as Michael draws back, admiring his work, his dick engorged in his briefs. Before I can let any question out, he snaps his fingers, and the person I least expect to see me naked walks in. Bones. His breath hitches at the sight of me. I squirm in the seat, feeling hot and aroused at the same time. Why am I getting hornier now that Bones has walked in? To make it worse, he has a box of sex toys in his hands.

Cyrus leaned down, his cold breath brushing my ear as he threatened, "You refuse to apologize, huh? Then you'll go hungry and thirsty until you admit your fault." Beside him, Sophia clapped her hands and laughed. "Alpha Cyrus, don't waste your breath. If she's not dying, she can endure it." With that, they turned and left. The cabin door slammed shut behind them, and they locked me in. Wolfsbane spread through my veins, turning my skin a faint purple. As my consciousness blurred, only one thought remained—I'd make Cyrus and Sophia bleed for this.

"Bones. And they aren't animal bones." He kicks a small cluster, which practically turn to dust at the touch. I recoil, my stomach turning over as I come to terms with what that means. That's a person, like myself or Marek or Tai. And by how quickly those bones fell away to nothingness tells me that whoever that person was, I may not have even been born in their time. "The sand is powder," Marek notes grimly, kneeling down to pinch some between his fingers. When he looks back up at me, his stinging blue gaze strikes me. "Like ground down bone."

It was so thin and transparent that the cold seemed to bite her flesh even more now. "She doesn't look like much, eh?" Huge feet walked in front of her bowed figure. She could barely shrink back, there was no strength in her at all. All she could do was stay hunched over and take deep breaths. The skin of her hand was so thin now that her bones jutted out, threatening to burst through, her knuckles were pronounced and the outline of every bone could be seen through her skin.

I have not stopped looking at her differently and she has been my slave for years now. Bones start cracking and taking a different shape. She is screaming through it all and it just makes me want to take all that pain away. “You are doing so well Shan, come on, you are almost there.” I encourage her just like I did with Sandy when she shifted. Soon she is standing on all fours and I am stunned.