What My Bones Know Book Novels & Stories

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

where was he? Alison continued to watch me, concern on her face, breathing heavily as she, too, must have fought her emotions. I finally felt my egos still a little, reined them in. Listen, I snarled. And they did. "Whose bones are they?" Teeth clenched, throat tight, barely able to force the words out. I managed. Alison shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Usually bones carry an imprint of the person who lived in them." Shiver. "But these felt blank. Black."

I took a deep breath and took a few steps inside, touching my stomach unconsciously. The air was cooler here, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. It looked like a small inner chamber itself, old books littered around, cobwebs cut across every corner in the room, it was old, it was stuffy, I took few more steps and stepped on something rather unusual A skeleton!! Screaming for help, immediately I held back my mouth as I was covered in sweat, fear gripping me as I looked back to study the shadow that lurked around, I felt it and I was used to listening to my instincts.

He had pushed Damian’s spare ammo crates onto the floor to make room for his book. Damian sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his stone leg stretched out. He was cleaning the Hammer. "You're in my seat," Damian grunted. "It's a comfortable chair," the Skeleton rasped. "For a jailer." The Skeleton turned a page of the skin-book. "Your son," the Skeleton mused. "He is clever. He hardened his shell. He made himself... crunchy." "He made himself tough," Damian corrected. "Inedible," the Skeleton agreed. "For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their

Is there supposed to be a difference between the time frame of dead humans' bones? Joanna sighed deeply, and stood up with everyone following suit. She raised the bone, in symphony with the blazing sun, and began gently, "Bones from ages ago are weaker and brittle. They often show signs of fossilization or mineralization, sometimes leading to a darker appearance, which is very obvious with this." "But, how did you know this?" Impressed was just an understatement as to what I felt at that moment. I felt proud. "I'm a student, have you forgotten that much?" She stated, and left me standing there alone.

The sanctuary. Relief surged through me. I took a step forward. The ground trembled. At first, I thought it was an earthquake. But then the bones around me began to move. A single skull turned, its hollow sockets glowing faintly. Another followed. And another. Bones clicked and slid into place, forming massive shapes that rose from the earth with eerie grace. Within moments, I was surrounded by skeletal wolves, their ribs gleaming like silver in the mist. Terror rooted me where I stood.

It was full of dust and mold, Xasha could tell that it was a study, although the desk had long turned to sawdust and so had the bookshelves. The books were not safe from passaging time, and their pages had long been rotted into dust particles. Xasha saw a man lying in a corner, his bones were still intact and a full head of long black hair was strewn about all over the floor. Xasha came up to the man, “He must have been a Thorium Realm expert for his bones to survive this long.”

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Master Alejandro questioned suddenly out of nowhere with his deep husky tipsy tone while tilting his head a little to the right, still staring at his woman who still had her eyes down on her book, silently for few minutes. Captivated by the looks, she made the book her choose without having any idea what was it. Looking decent the book was said to be the best seller of 1930s, that's all she knew. Madam Genelia heard many famous mentions about it but never she got the chance to read it before, hence discovering it here in the library she grabbed it without any second thought. "Royal Bones are Holy Sinners." Madam Genelia was still having her eyes down on the book while she replied blankly to

Keisha snapped inside me, “Predators, all of them. The rumors are true.” The bike skidded to a halt in front of a low building drowning in neon light. Bones killed the engine and tugged me off roughly, his hand still clamped on my thigh as though he feared I might vanish. I let him think he was in control, though every nerve in me burned to rip his hand away.