Heaven Stones Oblivion Novels & Stories

Jevro glances at the Chairman of American Monsters Department. He then sighed and said, "The one who sent the mana stones in this world." Before leaving. Jevro is no longer in the conference room but the silent still not broken. They are all thinking about what they've just heard. He mentioned stones, old man, and this world. If they will be asked, there's only one thought that running in their brains. The stones, are not from heaven, and their world is not the only world that has human race.

It works with the purest intentions and hearts without guile. Evanora was not of pure intentions. Greed, resentment, selfishness and vanities were all embedded in her heart. Whilst she continued her chants, the sky thundered with great thunder. The earth shook in tremor, Mount Prizm quaked and Evanora fell with a great thud. She shrieked and she screamed with a loud cry as she tumbled down the base of the mount. While she fell to her death, the Umbra Stone lifted itself. It floated in the air and slowly descended towards the base of the mount.

There was black energy in the air. As Dominick gazed at the Obsidian Stone, its ragged edges glimmering with the pulse of the evil energy it contained, his heart thumped in his chest. It seemed like a countdown at every second. This cursed item was tied to Lisa's life and soul. The stone was the secret, and Anabella stood on the edge of triumph. Lisa would be gone forever if Dominick didn't take action right once and destroy it.

The time had come. The Heartstone was close. The clearing where the Hearthstone lay was eerily silent, the air heavy with anticipation. As we stepped into the space, I could feel the pulse of the stone before I even saw it. It was a massive and enormous black obelisk rising from the earth, its surface etched with ancient runes that seemed to shimmer in the fading light. I felt the power of it immediately, thrumming through my veins, a deep, magnetic pull that I couldn’t resist. The closer I got, the more it called to me, its power a siren’s song pulling at the core of my being.

“That’s why he’s hunting the Alpha’s son the one who ran.” A chill coursed down my spine. “We can’t let him get it. If he does…” “He’ll complete the cycle,” Zevarion said grimly. “And once he absorbs the seventy-seventh Heartstone, the balance between the mortal and divine realms will collapse. His demon legions will rise without limit.” My heart pounded in my ears. “Then this is when the gods need to step in! He’s not even using the prince’s soul anymore, right? He abandoned it.”

“And you, devil, will rest, returned to the earth, never to rise again.” I lurch to my feet, just to stumble face first, right into a coffin, a tomb. I scramble to escape – He drives the stake into my heart, pinning me flat to the silk-lined bed. “Christian lives on, as perfect as he always was. I will not allow you to destroy him, to destroy us.” “Avalanche…” I murmur. Cascading pebbles of plans I already set into motion. Even if I fail here, wind up trapped...

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Momo was now excited, a wicked smile on her face. “Oh no! We might not have any chance at all. We must get my sister back. Grab me, slave! Grab me! And repeat after me then land a blow: In oblivione scissa. This might seal his curse but it depends on your power… Are you listening to me? Wake up!”

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.