Novel & Cerita Dark Stone Stories

On the night of his eighteenth full moon, he had searched the Forbidden Forest for three days, all to find this enchanted stone that could capture a voice. "Selene, I want you to record yourself saying 'I love you' a thousand times for me." His eyes back then had held nothing but tenderness. Later, his love had curdled into a bone-deep hatred. The first time he'd come to these Rogue Lands, it was to lash my corpse. He had despised me so much he'd crushed the moonstone under his heel without a second glance.

The word cut deeper than fear. Jace cleared his throat, voice uneasy. “Alpha… we found something else.” Killian whipped toward him. “What?” Jace laid a folded cloth on the table. Rowan opened it. A piece of black stone glimmered beneath the lanterns—dark as obsidian, cracked with veins of silver light. Killian’s expression shifted instantly. “No,” he whispered. “Not that.” “What is it?” I asked quietly. Rowan answered before Killian could. “Shadowstone,” he murmured. “A fragment of the realm between.”

“In order to be easier for me to explain, could you please move the gigantic stone on the sacred hill over there to this dining room for a little while?” “Sure... Why not...?” Having said that, Virando swung his hand and emitted his dark blue light. His dark blue light was seen whizzing outwards the window of the dining room. Shortly afterwards, the dark blue light dashed into the dining room again and soon turned to the gigantic stone which Sumico ever saw in the sacred hill previously. “Okay... As you all can see there are several pictures engraved on this stone, telling us about the famous urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’ in this demons-realm of ours.” Sumico began her fluent as well as e

"The diary is dated back to a time where this place was inhabitable. The Stone’s pretended to be men, tricking a group of nomads about this place and the riches it has. They did it so that the first dragon that came here wouldn't suspect them. They wanted to find a power it was hiding. But that dragon never trusted them, eventually there was a war, much like the one that might happen today but that was were the story ends and from the bloodstains on the pages, I'm guess that whoever wrote the diary was killed before they could finish." "Interesting. My father would love to hear this. Because when he came here, the humans came and lived among him, then came those Stone’s. But it was all a plo

Grace was not about to pass up such a large sum of money. The Great Stone Hall was essentially a gambling den; even if the stone was worthless, she had ways to profit. Chad touched the stone, and his heart sank. Thanks to the fire folk breathing technique, he could dispel the dark energy. As he touched the stone, he felt something dispersed on its surface. That explained why the hall was shrouded in a thin layer of black mist. The stone had been carrying some dark energy, which had increased and spread over the few days it had been here.

She’s trouble, always dragging him into fights, but he’s hooked. A growl cuts through the alley, and my vision sharpens. Two of Damon’s wolves step into the light, their eyes yellow, teeth bared. “The kid’s got the stone,” one snarls, pointing at Jerry. “Hand it over, pup.” My heart freezes. The bloodstone. Damon’s obsessed, thinking Jerry stole it from the alley. Jerry only found this shard later, hidden in the chaos. “I don’t have what you want,” Jerry lies, stepping in front of Sasha. His voice shakes, but his claws are out, glinting.

The Dark Stone. Roughly the size of a clenched fist, it throbbed like a heart torn from something still living. Its surface looked like volcanic glass, but inside it shimmered with cursed light—shadows swimming beneath like ink in water. I could feel it calling. Not to all—but to me. Like it knew my blood. Like it was made for it. “It’s here,” I whispered. Hades landed beside me, his cloak billowing behind him like wings of smoke. His eyes narrowed at the stone. “So that’s what they were trying to unlock.”

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Sarah The dim light of the basement filtered through the haze of cigarette smoke, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. I stood in the corner, my back pressed against the cool wall, heart pounding as I watched the group of men circle the room. They'd invited me here under the pretense of a private party, promising drinks and laughter, but the air felt thick with something darker, something that made my skin prickle. One of them, Jay, the tallest with tattoos snaking up his arms, caught my eye first. He grinned, handing me a glass of whiskey.

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!