Gambling Stone Novels & Stories

It bounced once on the pedestal… then rolled toward the edge. I lunged, blood butterflies cushioning my fall, and caught it midair. The moment my fingers touched it, my skin burned. A wave of darkness shot up my arm and into my spine, filling my veins with something... ancient. Something raw. I screamed, but I didn’t let go. I felt memories not mine—rituals in the Underworld, the agony of creation, the corruption of kings. The Stone was not just a power source. It was a prison. A core of pure dark magic sealed away for millennia.

I already asked my question, and I wouldn't get another. "I believe we had a deal, King Garren. I held up my end. Now it is your turn to hold up yours." I nodded, stepping towards the case that held the stone. With a wave of my hand, the magic ward around it fell, and I opened the case and pulled out the stone, breaking off a piece. "A sliver of Hellstone," I said, offering her the piece. She took it carefully, eying it before slipping it into a small pouch she must have had in a hidden pocket.

He felt the tightness of his feet in his boots,he tried to stretch their reach but space was failing. He made a quick turn and found himself in the parking lot of the Gambling Hole,he squeezed the door feeling it warmth, he took a heavy deep breath and exhaled satisfactorily. He was welcomed by the masked faces of smokers, the place had a confused smell to it name,those of strong cigars ,the green flakes and the sweet smell of chip escaping the kitchen,he was filled with anger and disgust,he brushed the tip of his thump with his index finger, he felt the urge to hit someone or something, he felt a sudden urge to eat, a strong bulk of smoke hit his face vigorously, reminding him if his escape

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

"Noble young master? All of us are the same. Mr. Liu, my wife likes these stones, but what do you think if we cooperate with each other in one or two business projects when you're available? I heard that there are jewelry gambling activities here, so why don't we try it out when we have time?" Nathaniel's idea were exactly what Bosco wanted. "Of course, Mr. Ye, but jewelry gambling depends heavily on luck, especially now that there are not many raw jade stones left, so you can't buy it with money during the gamble. You have to be mentally prepared for this." Bosco told him everything in advance as he was afraid that Nathaniel would become angry from embarrassment when he could not win anythi

She looked at where he was pointing, her power stone, and caught him, looking at him disapprovingly. "Oh it is." "It looks extraordinary!!" "Indeed he is also, he multiplies his powers." Keeping pace with him, Baekhyun and Chen said Damontry, they don't understand anything. "Can I see it up close!" Minho spoke with a smirk as Damontry nodded and snatched it from her neck while holding his necklace. " Help yourself ". Minho approached her with his hand behind his back, but Damontry pushed the stone away as she said. "Not before you get rid of this."

Dream on! "I don't need you to make it up to me. "Your mission was only to hurt me, not to utterly humiliate me, nor to have another man violate me, so get lost!" I clenched my fists and shouted. Before Shane could explain, Eugene, furious, punched him right across the face. "You animal! Janine's my greatest treasure! How dare you treat her like that?!" Eugene's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his neck. He punched Shane again and kicked him to the ground.

Luke stepped forward and pulled the pair behind him with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m so sorry about that Luna. Johnson can be a bit . . . strange.” His voice was soft and yet ear-catching. Courtney stood in between the two adults who were now looking down at the floor. “Uhhh,” I muttered. The black card began to heat up in my hands, so I switched it over to my other hand. Money really does burn out easier when it’s not ours to spend. The four guards looked at me patiently. They all looked older than me, but I got a calming sensation coming from them. Usually my wolf was tense with new wolves, but with everyone here, she was . . . elevated. I snapped out of my thinking and looked at

Tristan, Retha's bashful mate, asked. June looked at him, opened her mouth but Jason beat her to it. "Yes, it was." "A Male rogue." June smirked. Horace chuckled, "Okay, this teenager's got spirit." He began, June glared. "But honey, everybody can't be alpha, everybody can't be normal. Some people lead the food chain while some are at the bottom of it. We have gold, diamond, ruby and we have stone. It's just how it is." A moment of silence could be heard as June eyed Horace, she despised the amused look in his eyes. "I'm not a teenager Horace."

After a short pause, Vincent began: “There is a legend as old as the world itself. The legend of the four elemental stones, which hold power beyond humanity‘s understanding and control…” They walked for more than an hour until they reached their hiding place, the Caelum Templum. With a small opening in the cliff ahead, through which they could enter the Temple of Heaven, Vincent was just finishing his story. All the way there, the old man told his granddaughter a wonderful, fantastic legend about mysterious, powerful stones that were obeyed by all the most powerful elements of nature. He spoke of a green emerald that controlled the power of the earth, a red ruby that controlled fire, a clear