Destiny Stones Novels & Stories

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

it whispered Her door burst open, Micheal Gordon rushing in "Were you hurt by the earthquake?!" Came his voice seemingly faraway "Dalia!, Dalia!" he calls shaking her Her mind raced, faraway from him and his voice, her mind wondering just what the fuck was going on †† Axel Stone He watched his twin brother, his body reacting too the pull of her, their goddess's power causing their cocks to stir "She's close" Darren said "You feel it too don't you?" "you know I fucking do" He said breathily "she needs us!"

“It may be difficult, but believe me, you guys can handle it. This is bad fate, right." "What is this...?" "You are brothers. A pair of non-identical twins. That's why you don't have the same face. As well as a necklace emblazoned with the two letters N. Naomi and Nabila. And everything that is happening now, is your destiny. As the incarnation of the Red Stone, whether you want it or not, like it or not or even you can change it or not, you still can't avoid it. This is your destiny, the path that a Red Stone incarnation must take. A destiny of darkness, a path of death."

The group exchanged glances, knowing that they were on the cusp of a remarkable discovery. With each step they took, the air grew lighter, filling their lungs with a renewed sense of vitality. They entered a vast chamber adorned with pillars of shimmering crystals. At the center, resting upon a stone pedestal, was a trio of magnificent stones—the Elemental Stones. Amelia and her companions approached the pedestal, their eyes wide with wonder. Each elemental stone glowed with its unique energy, representing the power of Earth, Water, and Air. The room hummed with an otherworldly presence, as if the stones themselves possessed a consciousness that watched their every move.

Soren answered and looked at me. "Right." Ishtar released our hands. "Ayla, let me explain to you what soul stones are... Simply put, they're like oil and diamond put together. This means that they're made up of dead organic matter mixed with inorganic materials... They're usually created when many people die in the same place, through some kind of trauma, and they condense into pieces that we now call Soul stones... For example, there was a fight between two packs and they both destroyed each other at the same time, so that's a good place to find a soul stone. The bigger the event, the more powerful the stone will be, as it will have more souls embedded in it." I moved my hand to the bracel

’ Darryl was baffled with a confused expression. Cindy quietly looked at Darryl before continuing, “The Heaven Repairing Stones are the five-colored stones used by the Ancient Goddess Nuwa. There were not many Heaven Repairing Stones left after she used the stones to patch up the heavens. It would be harder than trying to reach for the heavens if you want all five Heaven Repairing Stones!” ‘What…’ Darryl was utterly bewildered upon Cindy’s explanation. ‘F*ck, where do I find such rare stones? I obtained the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, yet can’t trap people nor release them. What use is this lousy pagoda...?’

"Each of the eight stones can be divided into twenty-two pieces that are to be handed down to each new generation. Each of the pieces turns into a key that can be used on any door in the world. When you press the stone into a door, it turns into a portal that will transport you to our coven's hidden cottage. This is where all of the coven's most precious possessions can be found. It is like a safe room for the royal coven's family and inner court members so that we can escape to safety if the coven was ever to be attacked and taken over. There are a couple of caveats to these powerful stones; they only work on doors, and they won't work on a wall or the floor. The door can't have any large o

Then it was gone, and I was myself again, gasping for breath, my arm burning with the effort of processing what had just happened. "Jack!" Katherine's voice. Concerned. "What happened?" "The stones," I managed. "They're... they're storing something. Memories. Lives. When you touch them, you experience—" "We experience the lives of the dead," Dad finished. His face was pale. "These are memorial stones. Markers for souls that have passed through the Maw. Every one of these slabs represents a person who was... consumed." I looked at the path ahead. Hundreds of stones. Maybe thousands. Each one a life. Each one a trap.

“I recall feeling a rock, the way it glowed. You and Gelo activated the others. Everything gets a bit hazy after that. I think there was an earthquake.” “It really does feel like the ground shakes when the stones are in action.” “What exactly are they?” Thomas smiled, but her serious expression quickly wiped it away. “The stones are ancient, older than anything you can imagine. They were given to our family to protect.” “And they can transport people from one location to another?” “Yep.” “So, a few rocks sent me to Scotland overnight?” “Yep, that’s right.” Hera was still skeptical but couldn’t shake off the strange events from the night before. “You mentioned I was in danger last night, and

"Korran has your mate now. But he can't complete the prophecy without the stones. He would need all seven of them." She paused, making sure he was following her logic. "If we go after the stones, we can find him. He'll have to come to us eventually, because without them, Callie is useless to him. He won't risk harming her before he has what he needs." Damon pressed a finger to his chin, his eyes going distant as he thought through her words. She was right, he realized. It was the only strategy that made sense. Korran was too slippery to track directly, too good at covering his trail. But the stones were concrete, tangible. They had locations, histories, guardians.