Dark Stone Stories Novels & Stories

" That's right!! " I flipped the pages fasts until my hand stopped flipping when I saw this page. My heart beats fast, gasping for air. --- First Stone ---البكر albikr --- Second Stone ---المولود الثاني almawlud alththani --- Third Stone ---آخر ولد akhar wld (You can see the picture of the stones in my page, PitchdarkqueenKleyr Stories. Leave your thoughts in the comment section if you already saw it so that I can notice you.)

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Bedros put it down and looked at the boy. "Bring them," "Give each of them a master, for you to use this hard stone" while giving 5 hard stones. The stones had never been seen by Bedros in his wandering life and were not found on the black market. The stones are clear, however, inside there is colored smoke that surrounds and moves as if alive with black, blue, white silver, orange and yellow gold. Bedros still couldn't believe what he had just seen and heard from such a small child.

From it she could see the beautiful view of Frostveil and the falling snow. There was a also a small pool with lily pads and other exotic plants that floated on it. The pool shone with mythical blue light. This was because of the luminescent crystals embedded in it's bottom. A large lamp was also embedded to the ceiling. Then there was the bathtub. As if knowing that Estelle would need a warm bath an Ignis stone laid inside. Keeping the water warm. The Ignis stone was amber coloured and pulsed with light. The two spiralling streams of water levitated hypnotically. One to transfer water inside, and the other to remove the ones that had gotten too hot or dirty.

The air was thick and static-charged, tasting of copper and cold ash. Within Leela's chest, the Elemental Stone was no longer a beautiful galaxy of swirling colors. The "mud" had transitioned into a dense, oily sludge—a churning, opaque gray that seemed to absorb the ambient light of the room. Every time she drew a jagged breath, the stone emitted a dull, sickly pulse that threw long, distorted shadows across the silk wallpaper, making the room feel like it was underwater.

Ida said and with a sad sigh, she looked at all the three companions of hers. "Thank God, we don't possess any dark stone. Otherwise, we were gone." Ida said and Darcy snorted. "Sooner or later, we will have to fight him too. He is collecting seven dark stones...for what reason? Obviously to trample the cultivation world." Darcy said and all three of them sighed. "Instead of sulking and waiting to come against him, why don't you guys sharpen your skills?" All four of them flinched, three of them turned their head to the left side, and one of them to the right side. "Master." All four of them said in unison.

The bald one crouched, picked up one of the pouches, and poured the stones into his palm. They sparkled under the apartment’s dim light, even dirty, even poorly cut. “They’re real,” he confirmed. “They are.” “How much is this worth?” “Enough for you to disappear. Enough so you never have to work for Cassius again. Enough to start a new life somewhere no one will look for you.” The dark one approached, examined the stones, his eyes shining with poorly disguised greed. “Is there more?” “I have more.” I lied. There wasn’t any more. But they didn’t need to know. “Let me go, and I’ll give you the rest.”

“I don’t know... but it’s not of this world. Whatever it is, it’s dangerous.” My breath hitched as I felt the pull of the stone, a dark temptation that whispered to the deepest corners of my mind. It called to me, beckoning me closer, promising power beyond my wildest dreams. But with that power came a price—one I wasn’t sure I was willing to pay. As I took a hesitant step back, the pulsing light from the stone intensified, sending a shockwave through the clearing. I gasped, clutching at my chest as a wave of dark energy washed over me, threatening to drown me in its depths.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

The elders had spoken the sacred words at the last full moon gathering, their aged voices trembling with reverence and fear: Once every hundred years the Black Beast rises from the shadow veil. He comes seeking his eternal mate. Offer him seven pure maidens, and he shall claim only one. The rest will return to their families untouched, their homes blessed with wealth, fertility, and protection for generations. The other girls had listened with flushed cheeks and bright, hungry eyes. I had heard them gossiping by the washing stream only two days past, their voices low and breathy, hands moving dreamily over their own bodies as they spoke.