Heart Of Stone Novels & Stories

She gently pressed her palm against her chest, over her beating heart. “Danielle, you have to stop. You’re going to fall off the edge of the cliff and find yourself shattered into pieces.”

The other said as he looked at Garett. “There are pictures of Joyce Holt burying bodies,” Sara said as she looked at the two men in front of them. “Also, in a place that she wouldn’t let the farm develop. She knew that people would find what she had done. There are fifteen stones over large areas that make up a trail, but there are no rocks in the area.” “Are you saying?” one of the men asked as they looked over her. “I am saying they need to be looked at by someone other than us,” Sara said as she looked at the two men. “There is more as well.”

She kept begging, "Joseph, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Now, it's just the two of us in our family. We only have each other. Please forgive me. I'll obey your every command…" He did not look at her. He only talked to the bodyguards. "Bind her to the bed!" he ordered coldly. He took out a scalpel and slowly unbuttoned Yvette's shirt as she watched in terror. "This heart belongs to Wendy. You don't deserve it, so you should return it to her," he said. "No! Are you out of your mind? I'll die without this heart!" yelled Yvette. Yvette was finally afraid. She had always been adored by her brother.

I focused on Aiden Stone, picturing his face in my mind—hard features, cold eyes, the face of the man who’d tried to kill the woman I loved. “Connect to Aiden Stone,” I whispered to the crystal. “Alpha of the Stone Pack.” The crystal began to glow, first a soft white, then brighter and brighter until I had to squint to look at it. The light pulsed like a heartbeat, reaching out across the distance between the Dark Lands and wherever Stone was. We waited. The room was silent except for breathing and the distant howls of shadow wolves. Every warrior watched the crystal, waiting to see if Stone would answer.

" I bent over and got into the car without even looking in her direction. The car drove off with me inside it, just like that. Soon, her cries of despair and the flashes of cameras were nothing but a speck in the distance. Sunlight rained through the window and landed on my face. It spoke of something aloof and cold, but also of resolve and new beginnings. The fetters of my past were shattered and no more. What lay before me was a path to a new future. Yvonne's tears and late regrets would be buried in the sands of time, along with her broken reputation. Artemisia was smiling at me. When she spoke, her voice was gentle and filled with delight. "I helped you snag a 10-billion-dollar project,

“Is that… are you…?” He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t form words. Could only stand there in his beast form, watching her approach with the kind of directness that suggested she was either incredibly brave or completely broken. She reached out a hand small, pale, fragile and touched the dark fur of his chest. “Your heart,” she whispered. “It’s burning.” She could feel it. Through the fur, through the muscle and bone, she could feel the curse eating him alive. The Aethel-Stone in her chest was recognizing the dying heart in his, and something was happening at a level neither of them fully understood.

Back in the bedroom, I closed the door and slowly slid to the floor, my back against the wood. The tears wouldn't come. I felt nothing but a cold, hollow ache where my heart used to be. My heart was a stone. You can’t bleed from a stone.

She sank to her knees on the cold, wet stones, the box held before her like an offering. “What are you doing?” Kael’s boredom cracked into irritation. Elidra did not answer him. She spoke to the stone in the box, to the memory in the air, to the stolen thing howling inside Silas miles away. Her voice was a thread, barely audible over the water’s roar. “You remember,” she whispered. “You remember the balance.” She opened the box. The heartstone lay there, its white vein pulsing with a soft, milky light. The moment the night air touched it, the pulse changed. The frantic bird-beat slowed. The heat softened. The river’s roar seemed to deepen, to become a voice.

"Getting in was the hard part. The Falls, the blood seal, the Golem. The Vault assumes that anyone who makes it this far is worthy." I placed my hands on the box. It was warm to the touch. I lifted the lid. Inside, resting on black velvet, was a gemstone the size of a fist. It was ruby red, faceted perfectly. But inside the stone, something seemed to move. A liquid, swirling darkness. It pulsed like a living organ. The Crimson Heart. The legendary amplifier stone capable of enslaving a continent. "We have it," I said, closing the lid and latching it. "Ashren, carry it. Do not touch the stone directly. It feeds on skin contact."

Nomo whispered. (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia felt the stone move. It wasn't just a physical shift; it was a psychic awakening. The marble of the altar cracked, a vein of pure, crystalline white light erupting from the center. The heat was incredible, a searing, cleansing fire that burned away the cold of the drainage tunnels and the stain of Zilo’s brand. She reached into the crack, her fingers closing around a smooth, pulsating object that felt like it was made of frozen starlight. The Heartstone. It was smaller than she expected, no bigger than a grapefruit, but it held the weight of an entire dimension.