To The Bone Undertale Novels & Stories

The others seemed to be waiting for the end of this small catastrophe that was unfolding under the Undead King’s protective canopy of the Dark. Reive knew the bone dragon had weakened after the connection was broken. However, he couldn’t wait until the undead recovered strength enough to live on his own. He had no time for that. Angelina’s heart was counting down its last beats. And the necromancer only hoped he’d be in time.

“You’re Nightfell.” Maeven’s gaze didn’t flinch. “I was hidden in it.” Sable’s breath caught. Caelan’s hand tightened on her wrist. Eamon’s stare sharpened like a storm gathering. Maeven lifted her pouch and turned it upside down. Bones fell into her palm. The chamber went still so fast it felt like the air snapped. A Hollow wolf whispered, “Bone…” Rowan’s jaw tightened. “Say it.” Maeven looked at Sable.

James did not need to channel energy into the bone, as it perfectly merged with his body. James was undoubtedly born to be the dragon bone’s host. Not only was it perfectly compatible with his body, but he was also able to activate the inscription. “Go back from where you came from.” Xozarth lingered not a second longer and strode away with his hands behind him, quickly disappearing from James’ sight.

“I’ve just fused the previous memories. Before the Corpse Princess destroyed my divided soul of the previous incarnation, I acquired the Grand Opportunity and devoured a Supreme Bone of the Underworld. This should be the most valuable treasure in this world. Now other bone patterns are useless to me, and devouring those bone patterns will result in adverse effects instead.” The Supreme Bone of the Underworld? Alex froze for a moment as he had never heard of it before. Dorothy continued, “This is a secret, so don’t tell anyone. Just consider that my body is special, and I can’t devour bone patterns.” Alex asked, “Is this why you can still maintain your flesh now?”

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.

"Thorne's scouts. They're getting bolder. We found signs near the river." "Signs?" His jaw tightened. "A deer. Torn apart, but not eaten. Left as a message. Wasteful." His eyes darkened, the amber flaring with a predator's rage. "He wants to weaken us before he strikes. He knows the moon is tonight. He knows you turn tonight." Fear coiled in my gut, cold and slippery. "Will he attack during the ritual?" "Let him try," Jax growled. He pulled me into him, his arms wrapping around my waist, crushing my breasts against his chest. "You are pack. You are mine. Tonight, we seal it. Once the knot is tied, not even death can sever the bond."

" Increase the magical capacity in a 50-range radius, the amount of bones there is more than enough to supply an unholy amount of magic, but from the looks of it was made out of the bones of women aged 50 to age 80." " Why? Is there some sort of effect using bones of those in that age range?" " Yes, the effect is unnatural wisdom. If it was the bones of a very young girl then the effect would be eternal youth." " .... Creepy. .... What do you think they are doing with the younger girls? Making a bone well as well?" " No, most likely something worse." V7 suddenly starts moving in my arms, he snuggles against my chest, then touches my chest as if it was an unfamiliar object. He sleepy opens hi

his sick taunts echo in the hall as I claw my way to my room leaving a trail of blood behind my. The sting of hot metal piercing my skin is one so unimaginable the scream that leaves my mouth is one so horrifying it would scar the devil away only it didn’t because he follows behind me carful not to step on the blood train I'm leaving behind.

My legs carried me faster than thought. CRASH! I dove straight through it, glass cutting through my skin as I plummeted from the castle’s high balcony. The moment I landed, my bones shifted, fur erupted, and Rex took over completely. With a wild, primal snarl, we bolted into the forest, letting the wind carry our fury into the night.

“The Bonebinder.” Syra’s expression twisted with something between triumph and dread as she whispered, “Not dead, not gone, never gone.” The hand gripped the edge of the fissure, and another followed, and slowly the towering form of the Bonebinder pulled itself from the earth, its mask of bone cracked but unbroken, its eyes glowing like embers in a fire that refused to die. The wolves staggered back, fear rippling through their ranks, but Kaela stepped forward, blade raised, her voice sharp and defiant. “You should have burned with the unraveling. You do not belong here.”