Sans Bones Novels & Stories

Now if we were somewhat able to obtain the raw materials and able to process everything on our own, I'm sure there a machine on earth that can help process the raw bones to fine high-quality bone dust, then we can finally remove one expensive thing from the export list. "Sasu.. don't smashed the 2 animal skeleton..kill it with one hit…". Hearing my shout from behind, Sasu nodded and heed my reminder. The battle wasn't that hard for him, he easily wiped the floor with all the skeletal undead in just a minute, and with my order, he disables the 2 animal skeletal with a swift blow to the head that intermediately killed the animal skeletal with the whole bone structure still intact and pristine.

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

They can't understand the pain of others until they went through it by themselves. ~~~~~~~~~~ Celestine sat near her sister holding her hand which was void of any flesh. Only bones were visible. Celia opened her almond eyes weakly and looked at her sister who was trying hard to control her emotions "How much time I have?" Celia asked with bitterness in her voice. Although she was seven years old, she was very smart. "Shut up stupid! I will not let anything happen to you." Celestine covered her pale lips. "You don't have to beg for money Celes. They will never help us and you know that." Celia said and a small drop of tear left from her eyes.

Although it was now nearing noon and she had just woken up, having crashed almost immediately Sigourney and Gabriel left yesterday, her bones still felt like mush in her body and the skin beneath her eyes still housed dark circles with heavy eye-bags. Jet lag was a bitch. Sighing, Joslyn plopped onto her couch as she stared expectantly at her phone, awaiting a response to the text she had sent. No sooner had she sat down, did she stand up again and begin pacing, sifting her fingers through her silver strands with the roots being her natural ebony color. Her phone finally pinged and her gaze snapped to the device as she hastily opened the text and read. The hope in her eyes slowly dimmed then

He said the last part with a pointed look as they almost are never on time. “Why are you here?!” Dario exclaimed. “Why did anyone let you out here?!”. He healed again at James who had been instructed by the doctor, not to move an inch as almost all the bones in his body were broken abd healing slowly. The slow healing in itself was a miracle and here he was damaging the body that is trying so hard to heal. “I would literally incarcerate you if you don’t turn your ass back to the infirmary”. Dario said walking towards him in long angry strides.

A target. Sabine appeared in the doorway like a shadow, robes trailing, eyes bright with urgency. “You need to see this,” she whispered, holding a fragment of crystal that pulsed faintly. “The Bone Seer has begun to unravel the borders of time. Past and future are twisting together. Your visions will grow dangerous… and your enemies are already inside your mind.”

“OK, so… your Prez is a fuckin’ nightmare, your boys are disappearin’ left and right, kids are being dragged into this whole mess, and you’re in Viper’s sights, but you get a cancer diagnosis and find out that you have less than a year to live. So you decide that you’re goin’ out on your own terms.” “You got it in one, man.” Bones hefted the box, winced a bit at the pain in his stomach that never really went away. “Scars assures me that King is going to get me safely to my cabin. I’m going to watch the first snowfall of the winter out there… then I’m going to drink some tea laced with a little something that I’ve made up special, and go to sleep. Permanently.”

"They have replaced the structural integrity of your skeleton with their own. If we kill them—if we even attempt to move them—your entire frame will collapse into a heap of fine, white powder. You aren't a man carrying a parasite anymore. You are a living monument. You are the mound." I tried to stand, to flee from the madness in his eyes, but as I shifted my weight, a sickening crunch echoed through the quiet room. It wasn't the sound of a bone breaking. It was the sound of a dry sandcastle being stepped on. My right femur didn't snap; it shifted. I felt a handful of dry, gritty material slide down inside my leg, pooling at my ankle.

She hadn’t expected to still be here. Boone sat on the tailgate of his truck outside the medical tent, shirt off, dust streaked across his chest and abs. Bruises bloomed purple and yellow over his ribs. He was thirty-four, built like a man who got thrown ten times a week and got back up every single time. Dark hair matted under his cowboy hat, jaw set tight. “You gonna poke at it all night or actually fix something?” he drawled, voice rough from the night’s yelling. Lena snapped on fresh gloves. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll make it hurt on purpose.”

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.