The Bone Collector Novel Novels & Stories

Our players tried to stop him, but he didn’t stop. My heartbeat raced when Zack approached him from behind and attacked Kaelen. My throat tightened. Without any warning, the memories of that night rushed forward. Kaelen had cradled my remains in his arms as though I was something precious, even though there had been almost nothing left of me. Then he buried me himself. And after that... He had hunted down everyone responsible for my death. I had seen it all. Because I hadn't disappeared when I died. I remained behind.

I looked everywhere but it seems like I cannot find any single faint hope for me in this room. The room is occupied with books, some ancient relics like blade which reminds me about the man with a blade earlier. The three of them are scary as hell, I can feel it that all of them are alpha. All of them screams power and dominance but there is something with the man holding a blade. He is dangerous in just one glance. The one they called Alpha Riley is dangerous but he loves to tease around. While that man….that man who kidnapped me is more dangerous for my eyes. He doesn’t have any emotion at all. Not a single drop of anger or happiness are shown in his eyes. How can he grins while showing no

I returned home after a day of viewing listings and lay on my bed, trying to decide which was the best. When I looked at my bookshelf, I saw that a series of treasured novels I'd placed there were gone. They were a collector's edition and a gift my late friend had given me. I'd wrapped them up to preserve them. My mind went blank. Then, I rushed to the living room. "Where are my collector's edition novels, Dad?" He jumped at my voice but soon regained his composure. "I gave them to someone." I snarled, "Who?"

Dozens of them. "I've been collecting evidence for fifteen years," Elena said, stepping inside. "Every transaction, every deal, every murder. It's all here." Dante moved to the files. Flipped one open. Bank statements. Photos of men in expensive suits shaking hands. Shipping manifests. It was a road map of an entire criminal empire. "And this is going to lead us to The Architect?" "Yes." Elena pulled out one of the containers. Set it on a folding table. "But there's something you need to see first."

look forget it let's go I've made reservations for breakfast around the corner. It wasn't a long walk but he noticed me limping, after a few minutes He looked at me and asked " are you ok ? your limping. " Yes it's fine it's an old injury and if I walk long it hurts but I'll be fine when I sit down." I replied. " I'm sorry I would of bought the car but I thought it's a nice morning for a walk" he said sadly. "Please I'm ok don't worry" I replied. We got to the cafe and waited to be seated everyone was wearing summery clothes I did look odd I could feel people staring at me. My face flushed I just looked at the ground hoping it would open and swallow me up. Why did I come?

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

In the video, the newscaster once again mentioned the accident that happened in front of the office. Three people had died on the spot, while three others had been gravely injured. Now, two of them were in critical condition. However, the driver had fled the scene and was still at large. The fugitive's name was Bree Polene, and she drove a BMW. She had been the queen bee in high school and always bullied her peers. I'd known her back then but rarely interacted with her. Suddenly, I remembered that Zane used to date her. For some reason, I'd always thought that there was something off about Bree. However, I couldn't put a name to it right now.

I’ll just take a book from the next shelf and read until dawn— The next shelf though, doesn’t have books. It has bones. My throat dries up as I observe the never-ending rows. Hands and spines and skulls— big and tiny, some shattered to fragments, and others cracked into two, some in perfect condition. Okay. Okay. People can have… weird hobbies. Maybe he’s a collector? Maybe they’re fake? But I remember Mrs. Gaines’ personal doctor coming over to the house. His son had just started medical school, and he once told me how to tell real bones from the fake ones some laboratories keep.

After five minutes of patting around, I picked up a stick and lit the tip up with a Fire Nova. I slowly continued ahead, straining my ears to make sure I was not ambushed by anything unsavory. I glanced down and saw what appeared to be thousands of bones. Some broken, some intact and some that didn't belong to a person. Are these from all of the demon’s victims? I carefully tried not to break any of the bones while not tripping. It’s like it goes on forever- As far as I can see.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.