Dark Stone Stories Novels & Stories

But my mind is drawing blank. How can I take it back? The cold sea breeze blew but I could feel sweat started building on my back. “Colette, I don’t think it belongs to your mother,” I interrupted her reverie. “I bought it for a few bucks so it was quite cheap. But I was moved by the story. The seller said the stone came from a meteorite a long time ago. At first it was clear but fairies decided to contain the wickedness of men in the stone that’s why it became black. The greater the sin, the darker the stone,” I cannot come up with a new story fast and had to use Dem’s origin story.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

“Ruby’s gone. I heard she’s making moves to transfer schools, move to a new city, and barely answers my calls. Says she needs space from… everything.” He stared into his drink. “My business is sinking,” he continued, voice cracking for the first time. “Debts piling up. Partners pulling out. And all I’ve got left are regrets. Drinking too much. Hitting too hard when I shouldn’t. Pushing away the only person who ever looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.” Black said nothing. Just signaled for another round. Two broken men, drowning in the ruins of the lives they’d built. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

"No no no—Paige, stay with me. Don't close your eyes, do you hear me? Keep your eyes open. Please." Then the darkness took me completely. "Paige!" His voice cracked completely. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, just—just stay with me. Please. We're almost there, just hold on. Hold on for me, please—Paige, I swear if you don't open your eyes right now—please. Please just stay with me, don't do this—I've got you, okay? I've got you, just hold on—" His voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me whole.

He was hanging onto the edge of the broken bridge with one hand, holding me with the other. But the effort was too much. I watched in horror as the black obsidian stone on his arm began to spread at lightning speed. It raced up his shoulder and toward his neck. "Let me go!" I sobbed. "You're turning to stone! If you don't let go, you'll freeze like that and fall with me!" Alaric looked down at me. His eyes were turning into solid black glass. He couldn't speak, but one final thought flickered into my mind before the link died completely.

His touch was steady, but his eyes kept drifting north, like he could see the coming war on the horizon. I held the black stone the Exile King gave me. It beat with a slow, cold beat. When I closed my eyes, I heard voices; old, broken, angry. They talked about blood and bargains, about Sovereigns who failed and worlds that burned. I wanted to drop it, but I couldn’t. The longer I held it, the more I felt something coiling inside, waiting. The old stories called these stones heartshards. Some said they were pieces of the world’s first binding, broken off when the earliest magic was sealed. Others whispered that only lost kings and traitor Sovereigns ever carried one, and that touching it mean

The air in the chamber is heavy. It is so thick that it feels like I am breathing in a liquid. It is a secret pit, carved deep into the cold stone of the mountain, far beneath the estate. There are no windows, and the only light comes from the torches mounted on the walls. The flames flicker, casting long, jumping shadows across the dark furs that cover the entire floor. The stone walls are damp, and the air smells of raw musk, old sweat, and a scent that makes my blood feel like it is boiling.

Kai said, squeezing his eyebrows together waiting for me to clarify. “Yes. I don’t know if you two have heard about the terminal stone, but recently this folklore has also surfaced. My father just told me about it. He said that he received information that the stone may be what Thane has been searching for. The strength of the stone is unknown, but it is said that a wolf that connects with the stone can wield the power of the dragon. It is said that this power could bring destruction all over the world. Life as we know it would be changed forever.” Tanner had a look of shock on his face. “I haven’t heard of this terminal stone before.” I nodded.

Snow falls from the sky, falling on the shoulders of the residents who are now staring at me with wide eyes. “It spoke to you,” one of them breathes. I shake my head. “No.” The truth settles slowly, terrifying and quiet, but I lie anyway. The truth is too much for me to bear. “It didn’t speak to me.” The stone hums again, low and steady, recognizing my lie. “It recognized me.” Kael’s grip tightens, but the crack does not close. It remains as thin, deliberate, and alive. It is the first fracture. I know there will be more. It didn’t appear in chaos or violence. Instead, it showed that what lies beneath the stones is not sleeping.