Novel & Cerita Dark Stone Stories

I focused on Aiden Stone, picturing his face in my mind—hard features, cold eyes, the face of the man who’d tried to kill the woman I loved. “Connect to Aiden Stone,” I whispered to the crystal. “Alpha of the Stone Pack.” The crystal began to glow, first a soft white, then brighter and brighter until I had to squint to look at it. The light pulsed like a heartbeat, reaching out across the distance between the Dark Lands and wherever Stone was. We waited. The room was silent except for breathing and the distant howls of shadow wolves. Every warrior watched the crystal, waiting to see if Stone would answer.

Something about the way she said it made my chest tighten. “A dark lord,” she whispered. The words sounded wrong the moment they left her mouth. Even the air felt heavier afterward. “A being powerful enough to kill the Demon Wolf once and for all.” The captain muttered a curse under his breath. I looked toward Derek quickly. He actually looked disturbed. “How?” he asked quietly. The old woman shook her head slowly. “I do not know everything. My mistress never trusted me fully. But I heard enough.” She leaned closer slightly. “The rituals have been happening for decades. Failed children. Failed vessels. Failed monsters.”

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.

You’d know she's a Pure blood Fae from a glance. “Then leave. Others will pay.” The attendant said dryly, not even looking up from his ledger. He was a were-dragon and I couldn't tell his House nor his cultivation level. Thirty Black Stones. That was an absurd amount of money for a two-page article that primarily criticized others. It was certainly not worth the price. Yet, to my utter disbelief, some people genuinely believed it was valuable. Several Ascendants tossed their Black Stones into the box without hesitation, grabbing their copy with a hunger of curiosity painted on their faces.

Dominic lowered his voice to me: "After that charity gala incident with Cassandra Mitchell and last week's Moontech Conference, the Stone family in the Northern Territory has already accumulated considerable connections; rumor has it they have secured several projects with major packs in just these few days." I lowered my gaze and murmured, "Mm".

I looked at Maurice coldly. He gave me a disdainful gaze in return. Then, he pulled out a translucent, heart-shaped rock and threw it onto the table. "I know you like things like this. Think of it as my engagement gift to you, but don't think too highly of yourself." I looked at the rock, remembering how he'd given it to me in a similar manner in my past life. I'd treated it like a precious treasure, and I'd kept it with me at all times. I'd thought it was a symbol of his love for me, yet he'd secretly stolen the jewelry Mother had given me as a wedding gift and given it all to Camilla.

"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

The stone had been carrying some dark energy, which had increased and spread over the few days it had been here. Although it had not yet reached a level that could infect people, it was close. Braum could see Chad's anxiety and knew the stone was unusual and dangerous. "Grace, listen to me. My brother is not an ordinary person—" "Really? How extraordinary is he?" Grace's words left Braum speechless. He wanted to tell the truth, but no one would believe it here. "Grace, listen to me. If we don't cut this stone, I'll buy you your favorite car."

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.”