Heart Of Stone Book Novels & Stories

A faint hue of red lingered in her cheeks, a hint of the life that had deserted her. His mother's voice seemed to fill his head, almost as though she were shouting. The heart of a dragon, which beats ruby red An image of the Dragon Heart Stone flashed across his eyes. He reached for his coat and pulled out the fist-size ruby and held it out. The light cast flickering shadows over the stone's depths. There, in the shadows of the ruby, he saw what he must do. He laid the stone upon her breast, then lifted Piper's blood-covered hands and pressed them to the surface of the gemstone. He closed his eyes and spoke words that did not come from his own mind, but somewhere beyond.

Jade looked at his eyes, seeking an answer. Tyler held her eyes captive with his and replied, "You left and robbed me." Jade's eyes grew wide in shock. "No, I didn't take anything from you, you must be wrong." Tyler narrowed his eyes and smirked. "I'm an honest man and wouldn't fabricate a story." Jade held her head because of bewilderment, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "What did I steal from you?" "You stole my heart," Tyler bared his heart to her without holding back.

She held me up, hands steady where they gripped my arms. I nodded, pressing my palm against my chest where a familiar pressure was building. Not pain, but a tightening, as if something inside was calcifying. "It's happening again," she said, eyes fixed on the space between my collarbones where my shirt gaped open. I looked down. There, spreading across my sternum like frost on a window, was the grey stone. Not fully formed yet, but the patches were unmistakable. Dead, matte, creeping outward from my heart with the patience of something that had all the time in the world.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

In the afternoon at Nethoria, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room in warmth. Danielle stood by the window, cradling Olivia and patting her back gently. During her first few days in Nethoria, Olivia had trouble adjusting and slept fitfully at night. It was only in the past two days that she had gradually begun to settle. "Honey, you've worked so hard." A familiar, gentle voice came from the foyer as Stefan entered. He looked exhausted from his travels. He had just secured a project worth over a hundred million dollars in a neighboring city, and he skipped the celebratory banquet to rush back home immediately.

Her violet eyes were infinitely deep, holding the quiet, eternal peace of the earth. "The room is ready, Mommy," Maya whispered, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from my forehead. "The Stone Sister has made it very warm." Killian walked to the center of the cavern and gently, painstakingly lowered me onto the bed of quartz. The moment my back touched the stone, the pain in my chest instantly vanished. The heavy, agonizing friction of my crystallizing heart smoothed out, perfectly supported by the ambient resonance of the deep crust. The quartz contoured to my spine, holding me like a cradle.

He reaches into his pouch and pulls out the volcanic stone he found weeks ago — the one humming with energy. It fits the hollow exactly. “It came to me,” he says. “It wanted to be free.” Mira pulls them both back. “We need to go. Now.” But before they can move, the walls begin to shift. From every crevice, roots sprout eyes — and they open. > “You have returned the tooth,” the voice says. “Now feed me the flame.” --- Esi screams as vines lash around Tano, dragging him toward the Heart Stone. Mira hacks with her blade — severing some roots, but more come. Tano doesn’t resist. His face is calm, even as his body is lifted.

Keep moving. The journal had pointed me to a sealed chamber, its entrance glowing with intricate runes. I stood before it now, the Moonheart’s pulse thrumming through the air. My hand pressed against the barrier—pain roared up my arm, like fire in my bones. I pushed harder, snarling. For her. The runes flared, then shattered, and I stumbled inside. There it was: the Moonheart, a silver stone pulsing on a stand. I reached for it, but the moment my fingers touched it, everything changed.

The Dark Stone. Roughly the size of a clenched fist, it throbbed like a heart torn from something still living. Its surface looked like volcanic glass, but inside it shimmered with cursed light—shadows swimming beneath like ink in water. I could feel it calling. Not to all—but to me. Like it knew my blood. Like it was made for it. “It’s here,” I whispered. Hades landed beside me, his cloak billowing behind him like wings of smoke. His eyes narrowed at the stone. “So that’s what they were trying to unlock.”

Alma added. He shook his head. "I won't let her regret it ma'am. I'm going to work hard and prove that I have no bad intentions towards the lady." Alma nodded and showed her to her room. While going out of the house, he heard a yell. He felt pain in his heart like he was stung by a bee. It's happening to him again. Not knowing who it was, he followed the direction of the noise and it happens to be Eva's room. He wondered what happened to her? In order to avoid getting into trouble on the first day of his job, he decided to leave. He doesn't understand why he felt pain when she yelled. What could be the explanation for feeling pain everytime without understanding where it's coming from?