The Bone Collector Novel Novels & Stories

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

More city views. Nothing was out of place. Like everything else in this place. I walk to the nightstand. Open the drawer. A book. Reading glasses. And a small velvet box. My curiosity wins. I open the box. A ring. Diamond. Simple. Beautiful. My stomach drops. Is this for me? For the girlfriend he thinks I am? Or for someone else? Someone real? I close the box. Put it back. This is too much. I need air. The third door leads to a guest room. Unused. Impersonal.

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.

"How dare you lie to me! I'm going to kill you!" James tilted his head to avoid the blade. Gritting his teeth through the pain of his broken hand, he shoved the robber aside. When the other robber saw this, he stabbed his knife into James' back. "Dad!" Celeste screamed. "Watch out, Dad!" The moment the knife pierced his back, James smiled. "Don't be scared, Celeste. I'll be okay." Then, he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. Still, his gaze was fixed on Naomi and Celeste.

Really look. See the twelve-year-old boy who lost a family. See the man who built an empire on that wound. See the collector who can't stop collecting. "I told you I was a collector, Isla. I just didn't tell you I was collecting heads. Marcus's father destroyed my chance at a family. Now I'm destroying his."

"Yes, Lucia. He is indeed that cursed man, the magical healer's son." "It is my pleasure to meet you, Lucia." "Hello." She smiled. "Anyway, we have to hurry. I already know where is Orion. One of my smoked men told me the information." "Really?" I said. She nodded. We then headed to the deepest part of the River of Flames. Lucia said it is the nest of Nerissa and where she brings the men she lures. We hid to a large stone first when we saw that there were three another monsters guarding the stone door. They were not like the tiger monsters earlier. This one has man form but the face is no human, but a monster that is really creepy. However, I know they can still manage this if we just exert

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE

We stepped inside. The cathedral swallowed us whole. The air reeked of old marrow and incense. Columns of bone spiraled high, twisted together like lovers suffocating in each other’s arms. And at the center—on an altar carved from skulls—the Bone Seer waited. His robes were soaked in blackened blood, his mask cracked, but his eyes glowed like two dying stars. “You come marked,” he said. His voice crawled along the walls. “You come chained to each other. You think that makes you strong.”

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

My father thinks I spend my nights reading. That’s not entirely a lie. Just not books. This room is mine in a way no other room in this house is mine. The rest of the townhouse is my mother's taste — warm and beautiful and expensive, every surface chosen to project exactly the image the Conti family wants projected. My room looks like the inside of my head. Whiteboards on two walls, half of them network maps, the other half cipher keys I've already cracked. A punching bag in the corner worn to gray leather at center mass. Gun cabinet beside the closet — three weapons, combination lock. My father knows about two of them. I find the thread at 3:12 a.m. A routing number. Buried six layers deep,