Bones Graphic Novels & Stories

“They sound a bit like bone dice being rolled.” “They smell,” Tilyth added. He was considerably younger than Narayan, a boy still, long limbed in that awkward coltish innocence of childhood just beginning to edge into maturity. “They will smell worse in a few days,” I replied. “The excarnation removes most of the flesh and organs from the bones, but there is always a bit left behind. If an animated skeleton is kept long enough, it passes through a rank stage, and then the smell settles as the remaining flesh rots off. They never smell fantastic, and their smell is definitely more noticeable in large numbers, but it does get better.”

Gideon Blackwell was a creature of kinetic violence. In his human skin, he couldn't stop the tremors in his hands, so he paced the six-foot length of the steel cage like the predator he was. Every few seconds, he slammed a shoulder into the reinforced door. The boom echoed through the concrete basement, a dull, hopeless sound. His right shoulder was a mess of torn muscle and sluggishly oozing blood, but he didn't feel it. Shifters healed fast, but the steel—the one material that could nullify his strength—kept the wound raw and stinging.

Bone Knight Level: 150 Health: 13000 Mana: 1500/1500 Attack: 400 Defense: 300 Speed: 45 [Skills: Bone Wall, Soul Siphon, Bone Storm, Death's Embrace: (Passive) Mortifer's presence weakens enemies, reducing their attack and defence by 10%. Improved Bone Armor, Improved Bone Shield, Improved Bone Spear, Undead Fortitude, Bone Wall, Bone Prison, Command Undead, Summon BoneStalker] [Buffs: Unbreakable Will: Immune to fear and charm effects.]

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

' He thought as he lunged toward the skeleton, letting out a monstrous howl. Beast Yao Tai threw his stone with all his might, causing the barren skeleton soldier's skull to crack with a disgusting crack. The skeleton faltered from the force of the blow, opening up an opportunity that would be perfect for a quick-witted Goblin to take advantage of. While the skeleton was unbalanced, Yao Tie jumped into the air, using all of his weight to kick the skeleton to the ground. And as soon as the skeleton fell, It was filled with a wave of goblin punches, each one echoing the sound of broken bones throughout the room.

A living skeleton wrapped in rotting leather. It had no food. No fire. Just a pile of bones it had been gnawing on when they found it. The Bone Eater scrambled backward, joints popping. Its mouth opened too wide, showing needle teeth stained black. A hiss slithered out. Marcus didn't hesitate. He lunged. The fight was short but brutal. The Bone Eater fought like a starving animal, because that's what it was. It clawed at Marcus's face, drawing blood. It bit another hunter's arm, teeth sinking to the bone.

When he saw through their clothes, battle robes, helmets and the bone patterns, he instantly shook his head in disappointment. More than half of them had green bone patterns. The two strongest people among them had red bone patterns. They were insufficient to satisfy the current Alex. He would’ve rather picked up a few bodies of the corpse soldiers as they also possessed bone patterns. Moreover, most of their bone patterns were red.

I was cornered. While the skeleton continued to advance on me, I shut my eyes and shook my head. “This isn’t real… This isn’t real…” The sound of bones rattling toward me was replaced by the sound of those very bones being kicked to the floor. I opened my eyes to see a large figure in the dark, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, standing over the skeleton as it writhed and kicked on the floor. It swiped a bony hand at the figure and slashed it in the thigh, but the figure retaliated by picking the skeleton up by its throat -- well, where its throat would have been, if it had flesh.

She hit the ground and didn’t rise. He slashed Raelin across the shoulder, his claws carrying a green rot that spread like fire. She howled in pain, stumbling back, her vision blurring. Sira released a burst of lunar flame, but the Bonebinder absorbed it through his chains, twisting it into smoke. Only Fenric stood untouched. The Bonebinder turned to him, breathing heavy, body scorched, bleeding from the ribs. “Let me show you the truth,” he growled. He slammed his palm against Fenric’s chest.

His spine, limbs, and bones endured this relentless force as if they were being tempered. "This is so satisfying!" Adrian groaned through gritted teeth. The sound of bones breaking echoed as his skeleton fractured. Despite the excruciating pain assaulting his mind, Adrian recognized that the Heavenly Body Training Art was pushing him to grow stronger. Under the crushing pressure, his bones cracked, and blood sprayed from his body. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird watched nervously, questioning whether Adrian could truly overcome this challenge. The Cyan Light Bird was preparing to self-destruct, and the impact would be powerful enough to devastate everything around them. Could Adrian really wi