Heart Of Stone Book Novels & Stories

She was amazed that Ace knew about this and yet he was human. “How would I get this stone?” She asked herself when the book opened in front of her. The image of a stone in the book dazzled, she smiled before she dipped her hands into it. Pulling it out, she brought out the red-yellowish firestone and the book dropped catching up in flames. The firestone was indeed a quintessence of rare pulchritude, it was ruby-shaped, and its bright red-yellowish color gleamed. Finally, she had found it, Edmond Michael would return in no distant time. It would happen, her father would see the lights again, he would see day and night. She had made her dreams come true, determination indeed could move mountai

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

Sixty years of blood, betrayal, and obsession reduced to a small bag that looked almost innocent under the weak yellow lamp. Finally, I loosened the drawstring. The Lions Heart spilled into my palm. It was heavier than I expected. Bigger. Not some delicate gem you could hide in a watch pocket. It was the size of a man’s thumb, deep oceanic blue with a fiery core that caught the pathetic motel lighting and somehow multiplied it. The stone felt ancient — not just old, but *knowing*. As if it had watched my grandfather clutch it with greedy hands. As if it had seen my father try to return it and pay for that mercy with his life.

The sky grew crimson. I continued, this time more loudly. "Vida... Lora... Enara Return him to me! My son was struck by lightning. The Heart Stone became blazing hot. The wind echoed a cry. It wasn't his. Something antique, perhaps. Observing. Awaiting. The stone broke. It felt like my heart was splintering. However, I continued. I cried as I yelled the final words. Then there was quiet. No wind. Don't shake. Only my son.

Bear tries to pull me back, but I shake my head as I push closer to the stone. "I just want to get a better look at the stone" I whisper as Bear mutters, "This isn't a good idea, Ash, we need to get out of here. we've got what we came for" But I inch forward towards the stone as it pulls me closer. The closer I get, the more the stone changes colour…from its glowing orange to a darker redder orange. I can feel the Dragon Heart, and the Dragon Heart can feel me, The Dragon King!

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

I would love to offer something to the creator that will allow all dragons a destined mate, but I do not have any ideas yet. The last few pages of the book are empty, except one. It’s a sketch of a beautiful woman lying on the bed. Her body shape is gorgeous. It reminds me of Tru’s. I place the book down and wonder what’s happening. The book is in my writing, and the entries sound like they are me, but it isn’t possible. I never came here after the stone disappeared. I was too busy searching. The dates are of a time I was stone.

I placed a hand against my chest and began to mutter. "I call to thee My crystal heart Return to me And never depart." Suddenly, a familiar purple crystal appeared before our eyes as it revolved on its axis. Axil breathed in fascination, "is that your crystal?" I nodded and waved my hand towards the crystal, allowing it to absorb itself into my chest and disappear. "So, what are you going to do now?" Axil asked warily.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

Their breath smells of newborn nebulae. Elias arrives with blood on his collar and panic in his eyes. "Council’s in full retreat. They’re calling it the Scorch. Axiom’s firing the Stone Heart at full magnitude—" "How long?" I interrupt. His gaze flicks to my petrified arm, the black veins creeping toward my shoulder. "Hours. Maybe less." The Child makes a sound like a dying star. "Absolute purity." I know what they mean. The Stone Heart doesn’t burn. It perfects . Turns flesh to flawless crystal, thought to frozen silence. Axiom’s final solution to a messy, feeling universe.