Sans To The Bone Novels & Stories

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.

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

right into his bones. Then everything went white.

London didn’t stand a chance against him. Memories from last night flooded my mind—the scorching kisses she gave me and how tight her pussy was. Bones would never give her that kind of sex, the merciful kind. It would only be chains, whips, and broken bones. I actually felt sorry for her. “What’s taking her so long?” Bones asked with a sigh. “I should be getting back. Besides, I’m eager to play with my new toy.” He grinned in a sickening way, one eye smaller than the other. His teeth were crooked, and he smelled like old garlic.

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.”

It's better to be patient until Rusta finishes treating the fat-meat. That's just the leg twitching. And sick with pain. Somehow, Lesana pulled off her felted boot and squeezed the sore spot with her palms, passing Dar through her fingers. The power seeped through the skin, scattering into prickly needles. My ankle throbbed like a sore tooth, and the awkward medicine made it even worse. It felt like the broken bone was moving under the skin. There was a noise in my ears, sweat poured out over my body, but after a few moments I felt better, my leg began to itch, the pain went away.

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

It came with excruciating pain, sending me to my knees. “What’s happening!” I yelled, tearing off my shirt. It felt like I was going mad. My bones were disconnecting at every joint, fueling a rage in me. The surge of energy passed through me, sending shivers down my spine. “Don’t fight it, Jasmine!” I heard Caine’s voice amidst the chaotic wind flushing against my face. The connection was overwhelming, like finding a missing piece of myself. The last snap of bones came from my leg, sending out a gnarl from me.

She pulled on the hemline of her skirt and revealed her ankles. 00The man reached out and touched it. After a while, he said, "My bones aren't hurt. My ankles are a little swollen and swollen. I will recover in a few days with a cold compress." 00Cassandra said, "Thank you." 00"If there's nothing else, let's go," said the youngest daughter.