The Bone Collector Novel Novels & Stories

"But they’re being harvested. The Legion isn't attacking their bodies; they're attacking their connections to the world. They’re turning the wolves into anchors for the void." Suddenly, the ground at the center of the valley heaved. It didn't burst open; it folded back like skin. From the fissure rose a figure that made the High Magister look like a mere apprentice. It was a skeletal giant, its "skin" a patchwork of ancient, yellowed scrolls and human vellum, held together by needles of obsidian. This was the **Archivist of Bone**, a creature from the era before the first Great Pack was ever formed. In its hand, it carried a staff topped with a skull that pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly green

THE PIT OF BONES Keller’s life drained across the cavern floor. His final wet choking sounds faded away. Anne had cut deep. It didn’t take long. She waited for the peace to wash through her now that this man, the one who had made it his life’s mission to ruin her husband’s life, who had tried to kill Ruben and her, died at last. The peace didn’t come, but silence did. She stood and looked over the blood-tipped bone in her hand. She tossed it aside. Looking up, she saw a point of light.

He didn't want to believe that she would really abandon him but he couldn't help to wallow in the valley of fear and dread. Once again, the past flashes in front of his eyes. Flashback* Taimoor was on cloud nine. The woman he loves, will finally be his. His happiness knew no bounds. In just a little period, Daneen becomes his life, and he could not wait to spend the rest of his life with her. As he drove his car, his eyes kept focusing on the shopping bag which lay on the passenger seat. He stopped the car and took out a small box from the shopper. There was a beautiful rose-cut diamond ring resting on top of the silk. He bought this for Daneen and he imagined Daneen sitting next to him on t

He turned around to me with a wide-eyed panic. “Onyx, what’s happening? What’s wrong?” “I do not know. It hurts. Do something!” I grabbed my head squeezing it between my hands falling to my knees hard. My whole body was in pain, a pain I had never felt before. I clenched myself but nothing eased the feeling. I fell toward the ground now on all fours unable to hold myself up when I heard the familiar sound of cracking bone. Agonizing, excruciating pain consumed my body as I looked down to myself witnessing my fingers elongating and claws spreading, but these were not my normal claws. These were different, more animalistic, more like…

After a rather embarrassing checkout we head back to Annie’s house where she promptly gets on the intercom, “George! Bedroom! Five minutes!” She tosses me a wink and disappears, leaving me to take my new toys to the bedroom. I pull out the blue man book and toss the rest of the bags under the bed before sitting down and cracking it open. The first few chapters were a bit much and I almost stopped reading, but once I got to the horns as handlebars scene I was hooked. I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?”

They wore a dark cloak that obscured their features, and in their hands, they held a staff that pulsed with sickly green light. "There you are," the figure said, their voice neither male nor female but ancient and cold. "The last Silvercrest. Come with me peacefully, and I will call off the attack. Resist, and everyone here dies." Korra stood slowly, the pendant burning hot against her skin. "Who are you?" "I am the Collector," they said simply. "And I have been searching for you for a very long time." The staff pulsed brighter, and suddenly, Korra couldn't move. Magic wrapped around her like invisible chains, pulling her forward step by step.

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

The same ancient appetite. "The note said 'she is not the only one who found the ruins.'" I picked up the slip of paper carefully, avoiding touching the bone. "V.N. Lord Valerian Noctis. He's telling us someone else has been collecting these bones. Someone connected to the Nocturne Court."

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S