Dark Stone Stories Novels & Stories

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

replied Lycus Lewis. "The rest?" asked the man. “The rest is in their hands. I still have several other dragon crystals that are lower in strength than the three crystals I mentioned. But, the strength is not much," said Lycus Lewis. "Where are the dragon stones at this time?" “The dragon stones are inside magic artifacts. Leonard made some magic artifacts and gave them to me. I think there is black magic that binds the dragon stone to each artifact as a guarantee that the stone cannot be separated from demonic powers," said Lycus Lewis.

I liked to pick up unusual little stones when I walked, and he'd collect the most beautiful gems for me. But now, he gave all his attention to Seraphina. Looking at those gems, now worthless to me, I tossed them out. Then, I got ready to go before the elders and formally state my intention to leave. As I passed the pack square, a few young werewolves were gathered around the "Echo Stone"—the Blackrock pack's version of social media, a special stone that could record and play images. "Look, Seraphina posted a new image!" a girl shouted excitedly.

The moment I looked at them… An uncomfortable sensation crawled through my chest. It was as though something inside me instinctively rejected their existence. Grandma Healer approached carefully. She stretched out a wrinkled hand but stopped just before touching them. “No…” Her expression changed dramatically. “These aren’t ordinary corrupted crystals.” Karl looked toward her. “You recognize them?” She nodded slowly. “I’ve only seen drawings in ancient records.” She swallowed before continuing. “They’re called Abyss Stones.” The entire hall fell silent once again. “They’re forged using condensed Void Energy and the blood of living sacrifices.”

He had a lot of work to do, and he needed to consult the dark books that had been hidden since the time of the first vampire king. "The black stone may keep me out for now, but no stone can stop the rot of doubt and the poison of a broken heart when I am finished with them. I will wait for the crack in the wall, and when it appears, I will pour my darkness into Westoria until there is nothing left but the sound of my laughter and the taste of their tears," Lucas said. He sat down in the dark and closed his eyes, his mind already weaving a web of lies and traps that would eventually catch the wolves and bring Jillian back to his feet where she belonged.

It was a stone, pulsating with a soft glow, contrasting with the creature's dark essence. An idea sparked in Amelia's mind. "The stone," she whispered to Drake and Fenrir. "We need to get that stone!" With newfound determination, the trio launched a coordinated attack. They used every ounce of their power, diverting the creature's attention while strategically maneuvering towards the stone. Sparks flew and magic clashed as they fought with an unwavering focus.

Amy Stone The night drapes over the city like silk. It's terribly dark, glossy, and feels extra dangerous. It feels like one of those nights you'd probably end up dead. From the back seat of the car, I watch skyscrapers slice through the skyline, their lights pulsing like secrets. Lucian Gray. The name runs in my mind, heavy with power. Many years back I used to hear rumors about dake lords and Dons, but I never knew I'd end up stepping into their world.

Her blood—violet and warm—slicked the black stone. Suddenly, the Null-Stone didn't just vibrate. It shrieked. The black mineral began to drink her blood, and for the first time in the First Kingdom, a shadow appeared. It wasn't Malachi’s shadow, but a jagged, hungry darkness that began to spread across the white sand like ink in water.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.