Dr Stone Art Novels & Stories

His temple came in contact with her left shoulder, a knowing smirk scrawled across his luscious lips. The magnificent stone building standing in front of June literally stole the breath from her lungs. It was high rise, with numerous floor to ceiling windows, gold pillars, a wide wrap around courtyard accentuated with different varieties of flowers, it was perfect. It's massive doors stood wide open, as though daring you to step in and behold it's beauty.

I was the force that ended them. But the cost. So much death. Did I have to kill them all? With a sharp gasp, I tore my hand away. My breath came in shallow bursts, and my fingers trembled as if they had been burned. The wall groaned and shuddered. Then, with a deep, echoing crack, it crumbled, revealing something hidden inside. A Dragonstone. Its surface shimmered with an unnatural light, swirling in hypnotic patterns. I shouldn’t touch it. Every part of me screamed not to. But something in the stone—some force, some whisper of a call—pulled me in.

John was slobbing around instead of actually finding the culprit and my private investigator seemed to have joined in wasting time as well. And here I was, stuck on my sofa in a bathrobe, the famous Madeline Black, hated me all. I had expected this would happen. I just had expected it would happen when I was Adam stone’s wife, the billionaires who could wipe the insults with cold hard cash. “The Stone Foundation,” An advert on TV caught my attention. “will be launching the grand mall in a few days and they're calling on artists! Proud upcoming artists to showcase their best work to the public!”

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.

Drake retorted. Marion shot him a cold glare, warning him against messing with Debra. Drake took a deep breath. "Don't worry. I didn't hurt anyone. They gave it to me willingly, and I'm paying them in installments. They won't lose out." Debra finally relaxed and asked, "So where did you hide the stone?" "At a safe place, of course," Drake replied. "It cost me a fortune. Naturally, they'd not find it easily." "So, the Illuminati members have been collecting treasures like that. Such stones could lure out their leader, right?"

“Come in.” I push the door open, stepping inside and closing it behind me. Drake is sitting behind his desk, his sharp eyes scanning me the moment I enter. There’s concern in his gaze as he leans forward slightly. “Is everything okay?” he asks. I shrug, keeping my expression neutral. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” It’s a half truth, but I don’t let it show. I move forward and take the seat in front of his desk, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the stone. Without a word, I place it on the polished wood between us. The weight of it, both physically and metaphorically, settles in the space.

The pull between us felt different like a chain holding me back more like a question that would not go away no matter how hard Drax tried. The leader pointed ahead through the trees. "There. The oldest stone in the Sanctum. It holds the memories of your line. Touch it. Let it show you everything." We came to a place where the trees formed a ring around a wide open space. In the center stood a massive stone. It was taller than any I had seen before. Carvings covered every inch of its surface. When I stepped closer the stone began to glow with a silver light that matched my own. The leader stopped at the edge of the clearing. "This is the stone. Touch it. Let it show you the truth about who yo

"Not on forcing it. On guiding it." I exhaled slowly. Let the tension in my shoulders ease. Let the warmth settle instead of spike. Then – carefully – I reached for it. The gold stirred. Not violently. Not in a rush. But it moved. The stone in my hand grew warm. Then hotter. A thin crack formed beneath my fingers. I stilled. "Don't stop," Drakon said. The crack deepened. Split. With a soft, sharp sound, the stone broke cleanly in two. I stared down at it.

he answered. He led me inside the centre hall of the museum where different statues and bones are to be seen. "You've got to see these statues, this is made by Rochendra Filma using a diamond and a sapphire." The statue of a blue Dragon, how much would it cost if I would have to ask him, selling this statue. "Don't give me that look your Highness, I don't plan on selling my collections." I rolled my eyes before walking straight to the bones, are these real?

“We need to go back downstairs to the temple. There I can show you everything.” Tru nods, and I lead the way. We make it down to the temple. A dragon’s magic can only unlock it. I touch the stones, and an archway appears in the same glow as the lights. The stone still is present, but I can walk through it now that the archway appears. However, Tru won’t be able to unless I’m touching her. Looking at Tru, I can tell she’s amazed and terrified. “Take my hand.” I extend my hand out to her, but her mind is taking in her surroundings. Feeling pressured for time, I grab her and pull her through the doorway in the stones. Walking in, I pause. There in stone are another fifty dragons. I thought ther