Ava Stone Author Novels & Stories

POV: Isolde (Izzy) Thorne I didn't sleep. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the pit of obsidian shards Morgana mentioned. I saw myself falling, my fake noble skin tearing apart to reveal the poor weaver underneath.

Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.

I don’t believe it! "First of all, I am not some Ms.Stone, and secondly, what do you mean he is no longer Mr.Stone?” “We mean that he is actually greeting us back in the morning and when we do any mistake, he is calmly replying to us. You know what I mean right.” Sakshi said. I nodded, understanding her. She is totally right actually about him. “Then how did I become Ms.Stone?” I asked them. “Because you are so moody these days, you are not smiling, which is the first quality of stone genes. And you are not at all in this world when we sit here for lunch. We miss our Pari.” Rani said.

"Ava is also a daughter of the Stone family. She's Magnus and Beatrice's third pup." My wolf flattened her ears at the mention of my parents. "The first heiress of the Stone family." Aston looked at me strangely, but he didn't ask questions. Instead, he guided me to a sofa before pouring a cup of coffee. "It seems you've suffered greatly." He pushed the cup toward me. For a moment, neither I nor my wolf knew how to react. "I understand why Oliver treasured you." I looked up sharply. "He spoke about you often." "What?" My voice came out hoarse.

--- Tessa wrote a new volume—small, only a few pages, bound in leather the color of granite. She called it The Stone's Witness, and she wrote it in the language of the old magic, the words flowing from her pen like water from a spring. The watcher showed her visions of the bench being placed on the hillside, of the first witnesses gathering around it, of the countless hands that had touched its surface. "The stone does not judge," Tessa wrote. "Don't forget. It does not intervene. It simply holds. The way the watcher learned to hold. The way we learned to hold. The stone is the foundation of all witnesses."

Liza said that today was our relaxing day, but I wanted to get this over and done with, so I brought the book to read while they relaxed. I sat down cross legged on the sofa and opened the book to start reading, blocking out the noises from the TV. The four main founders of Sylia were Elizabeth Micheal, Justin Parrish, Judith Clarke, and Daniel Bayley. "You find anything?" Liza asked curiously from beside me. I frowned and shook my head, "nothing important. They do have a picture of the founders though, take a look." I showed her the pictures that the author attached to the founders' names.

The first one I picked up was a letter. "Your Majesty, My words cannot express our sympathies to the royal family. Nemesis was a treasure that can never be replaced. I do hope she is found safe and well. If you find yourselves in need of anything that we may be able to assist you with, please don't hesitate to let us know. Your Humble Servant, Alexander"

She needed proof, irrefutable evidence that could bring Harding crashing down. She crept along the hull of the yacht, her fingers searching for a vantage point, a crack in the facade. She found a small opening near a porthole, just large enough to peek through. Okay, I can definitely help you continue Chapter 37 of "Heart of Stone." I'll focus on thrills, villains, and conflict, and make sure it's at least 1290 words long. Here we go!

Thinking about Arraya’s words, I ask, “What about the stone? What happened to it?” Arraya doesn’t answer right away, “Gesi befriended the stone. She fed it power and helped it grow to hold more energy and magic. The moment Gesina’s soul left this world, the stone began to hibernate. In a fit of rage, the stone used its magic to dive into the ocean. The currents swept it away.” “It’s somewhere in the ocean?” I ask in an excited tone. “Nora should know where it is. Will she tell me?”

Alvina stood with her hands akimbo as she gazed at the intricate stone for a few minutes before she finally placed her palm against it, and it opened by itself. “Wow!” Alvina gasped happily after an invisible door appeared before her and opened. Looking through the door, she saw numerous beautiful stones with different designs, as though they were arranged by someone. Some stones were lit, while others were just there like the natural stones she knew. “These stones are beautiful.” she complimented.“ I wish I can be permitted to take all of them home, even though they are more than what I can carry at a time.” She smiled at the beautiful stones as she stood with her arms akimbo.