Dark Stone Stories Novels & Stories

Drake and Lyca, their two comrades, were already there, their faces etched with grim determination. “We have them," Lady Susan announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. She held up three gleaming stones, their surfaces pulsating with otherworldly energy. Drake and Lyca's eyes widened in recognition. "The stone spirits of the werewolf god supreme," Drake breathed, his voice filled with awe. With reverence, they placed the stones on a pedestal before a massive statue, its towering form adorned with twelve piercing eyes. The stones emitted a blinding flash of light, momentarily illuminating the hideout with an ethereal glow.

They accepted. Then centuries later, human greed took control. They gained our trust only to turn against us. Brehm McDonald Graham, the man I thought was my best friend, took the stone during an ambush. The humans allied with those cursed by the Night. The number of vampires, wolves, and manticore were no match for us. But the ambush was a distraction for Brehm to take the stone.

I know that you will put it to good use,” he added confidently and curled back Zara’s fingers over the stone. ** NOTE TO THE READERS- A REFERENCE ABOUT THE YELLOW STONE (THE SPELL BREAKER) HAS BEEN MADE FROM THE STORY “MY DRAGON MATE” WHICH IS EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON D****E. YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

' You hate it when they bring up the topic of your parents, I know how you're hurting Declan, I'm your wolf so I know what's behind your ruthless Alpha facade, especially when you think about them, your parents ' Ilan said but Declan didn't reply. Ilan turned to look at Aeris and she was sobbing again. "Do you feel relieved" Ilan asked. "Until I end him, then I'll feel completely relieved" She said and Ilan just stared. "Should I tell you a story" Ilan asked. " What story" Aeris raised her head to him and he looked ahead. "Two stones, born by different members, one was silver and the other was diamond. The silver got jealous of the diamond and it made different plots to spoil the diamond, it

The air around us went dark, like the sun had set, even though we knew it hadn't. “Stay calm,” Liam said. I didn't know what was happening. “It must be the bond at work,” Jules said. “It’s trying to break the stone. We all stared at the stone bouncing around on Dagny's palm. The stone cracked right down the center. It split open. A dark shadow rose from the stone. Like a black ghost. A spirit. An ominous feeling swept over us. Serena howled. The spirit hovered for a moment over the stone. We all stood terrified.

The old lady said as she stood in front of Yvonne who was very interested in hearing what the lady was saying. "It was made from the blood of the two greatest witches and that too the queen mother and her next in line… And also with the ashes of a dear werewolf who died with a dark stone as his heart, so the dark stone you held is really a great one and the rarest kind of dark stone… Which doesn't only have the function of making one live longer but also has the ability to feel your pain and know your problem…" The woman said, touching Yvonne's shoulder in a tender manner.

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.

I removed my feet from the sandals that I was wearing. When I straighten up, he grabs my arm in his vice grip again. He drags me with him to another room of this dark dungeon. What I see inside horrifies me and shocks me to the core. I feel a new wave of terror just by looking inside the room. What is this place? Many flambeaus are here and they are doing well in lighting the room. The middle of the room is raised with some bricks and on it, I can see sand. Beneath the sand, there are red charcoal stones. It does not take long for me to understand that these red charcoal stones are heating the sand.

"Oh, I didn't say that." I glared at the old man. I don't care if he's way older than me! I turned to my companions. "Let's talk about it later." I turned to Avalon. "Tell me, then." He sighed, defeated. "Fine." He said and rolled his eyes. "A long time ago, the stones are one the end." He had no appetite for promises. This one is a half fool! I glared at him. "You know what's at cost here so why don't you fucking tell us the whole story?"

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