Sarah Bones Novels & Stories

In the third, Darren was in a Hollywood studio with racks of couture gowns behind him, sunglasses pushed up on his head, a fitted black T-shirt, and the expression of a man who had just argued with an actress over whether nude beige could be considered a spiritual concept. “I FOUND A BONE,” Sofia shouted, she had called first. Obviously. She had never once opened a conversation like a civilian. “Sofia, don’t start a phone call with a sentence that makes me consider contacting the FBI.” I sighed. “It’s not human. Probably.” Kehlani closed her eyes. “I’m a dentist, and even I don’t start my mornings with probably not human.” “Show us the bone.” Darren immediately leaned closer to the camera.

I screamed, curling into a ball as blood danced down my forearm to my wrist. "Sarah, come here now." Sarah turned to face me, a smile widened across her pretty face and took a step—but it was too late. Her foot slipped, and she fell to her knees, tumbling down the loose rocks around the edge and she fell. My entire world stilled. I climbed to my feet, holding my forearm tight in my palm, I glanced over the edge at Sarah's small body lying out beneath me. I screamed for her get up, to move, but she didn't. She continued to lie still, like a baby doll I got one Christmas, with flaming red hair.

◇PARV POV◇ I wanna wake up and at the sametime I dont wanna wake up my head is aching like hell I felt I'm sleeping on something soft and something in my mouth I moved and seen its sarah I'm sleeping on her and she is naked what happened to her I'm also naked no no did I do something wrong I seen her body is full of bite marks I tried to wake her "Sarah sarah" she is not opening her eyes I'm sure I might be forced her how I should face you sarah why I became like this

See her eyelids open, blinking. He looked at Harold and Penelope, glanced back at Brie who had her attention on Sarah and left. "You tried to take on my friends," she started. "Who are you?" Confidence radiated out of her body as she spoke. She wasn't scared, troubled or intimidated by the white wolf who was becoming a human. Not at all. "More lycanthropic blood to spill," Sarah said. There was excitement in her voice and a smile slowly spread across her face, brightening it up and giving her half a second look of innocence. "You want to know who I am?"

Arc replied with a hint of dry sarcasm. Sarah appeared before him, radiant in a bright yellow sundress, her hair tied up in a relaxed, messy bun. Her warm smile and sparkling eyes exuded a cheerful energy, which didn't surprise Arc one bit - he'd grown accustomed to her sunny presence. "You never miss an opportunity to highlight my single status, do you?" He rolled his eyes, "You're well past the era of trying not to be single." With a delighted clap of her hands, Sarah exclaimed, "Ah hah, someone's developed a sense of humor, I see!" Her gaze swept over Arc, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You look good today, Arc."

I turned to see Sarah, being held by Brody who looked worn out. Sarah was incredibly pale, and her face looked almost lifeless. She had blood on her face from when her nose bled after she used her abilities to get rid of some of the rogues earlier in the fight. She was holding onto her stomach as if it pained her and I noticed beads of sweat forming on her forehead and dampening her hairline. “Sarah…” I breathed, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest. Her eyes weren’t on me though; they were on her father.

Fey, cannot have you too. Sarah, what have you done! I scream on top of my lungs as I bring out my claws but someone throws an arrow at me and it completely become crippled and I can feel my bones begin to contract as if I took some poison entered into my system. I fall to my knees and someone use their fangs to claw my back and I grit my teeth in pain as I fall on my knees in pain as I spit blood. I get up on my feet despite the crippling in my bones and I attack one of the men, twisting his neck in one go and the rest take a step back.

She looked incredibly small. Sarah observed the hollows carving into Tracy’s cheekbones. She noted the translucent, fragile quality of her skin and the faint, unmistakable scent of a fading wolf that clung to the air. Sarah had lived a long time. She had seen the ravages of war, the scars of rogue attacks, and the quiet, devastating rot of a broken mate bond. She knew the signs of Lunar Decay. She knew it was a death sentence.

“Two might not make it.” “Who?” “Brock—took a dark magic blast protecting a group of younger warriors. And Sarah from Crescent Moon—she got caught in the necromantic wave before Erica's purification hit.” “Can I see them?” “Brock's unconscious. Sarah's awake but weak.” Helena gestured to a cot in the corner. I found Sarah lying there, her skin pale and clammy. The young woman who'd been so eager to fight, so determined to prove herself. “Hey, Luna,” Sarah whispered, managing a weak smile.

like she believed me without blinking. “Ryder was there,” I said finally, because the story needed a line you could trace from beginning to end. “The Vipers showed up with that Malone guy. Marcus was... he was like a shadow.” Sarah chewed on her lower lip. Her sketchbook rested on her knee, pages curled with drawings she hadn’t had the heart to finish since she left school. “Raven?” she asked carefully. “Did you see Raven?” I swallowed. The name tasted sour when I said it. “She was there. Wearing black. She looked like she’d swallowed the night and kept it. Crush-your-throat smile and all.”