Hungry Stones Novels & Stories

“But… the holy stones are still with the Morningstars… In fact, I believe they’re hoarding all the holy stones within the nation! Come to think of it, I remember members of their family using a more advanced breathing technique compared to my father… Is that why they need all those stones?” asked Fayvel.

“Are we expecting other people?” He ignores my question and starts eating. I humph and also begin digging in. I stuff my stomach with way too much food, I’m on the verge of bloating. I haven’t eaten this much in a long while. It’s only after I take the last slice of steak, that I notice Mr Stones has been intently watching me eat the whole time. “Why did you have yourself auctioned?” He asks out of the blue. “I needed the money. What about you? Why were you there?”

They had stopped giving me the slice of bread and glass of water which I was barely managing, leaving me in solitude, to perish from hunger and thirst. My stomach rambled as I sat up, and I could literally tell that my intestines, both large and small, were in a serious civil war against my stomach. Even my poor stomach would probably be facing an internal conflict, trying to protect itself from the secreted gastric acid which was meant to dissolve food, but were probably leeching the stomach walls because there was no food to dissolve. I saw little pieces of rocks along the base of the walls, and took them. I slowly checked if it was a cement fortified rock or if it was a building material,

Anggun said in wonder. “Ro stones. The stone contains a lot of Iru in it. Rumor has it that millions of years ago in a vast field of the stars, there was a beast made of abundant pure Iru called Ro. Ro was a guardian of the gate of the realm of the gods which was strayed to our universe. Ro is extremely powerful that it couldn’t take control of its power. Do you know the Big Bang theory? Ro is the cause behind it as it exploded itself as its power kept increasing. The explosion devastated its body into stones like this.” Awan explained showing an orange glowing stone with a chat bubble symbol on it. ”The whole stones are separated on Earth. We have collected a lot of it, and the remaining on

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

Vic yelled. It wasn’t long before she jumped in too. We splashed, laughed, and swam until there was no sunlight left in the sky. The moon was now out in it’s full beautiful glory. I could always appreciate beautiful sunset, but there was something about the moonlight that just makes me feel whole. I climbed out of the pool, and sat down at one of the little tables around the pool. Vic climbed out after me. “I’m starving!” She says to me. “Okay, we can dry off and see what we have in the kitchen.” I tell her, handing her a towel. I dried off, and put my cover back on. “We should come back outside and hang out though!” I say to her. She nods enthusiastically. Going through the cabinets, they a

Without saying a word, I nodded. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, I walked through the maze of graves, my eyes scanning the inscriptions on each and every stone, my mind filled with curiosity and a sense of reverence. My emotions were a jumbled mess of sadness and anticipation as I drew closer to the place where Megan now rested. The stone monument was a haunting reminder of her life, with a large headstone standing as a testament to her existence, elegantly adorned with her name in an ornate font. Every beat of my heart felt like a reminder of her absence, intensifying the pain and causing it to clench tightly in my chest.

“F*ck off! I’m not interested in such rubbish!” “Haha… Young lady, you don’t need to be in a hurry to reject us!” The man in front of her did not seem to be angry. He flipped his hand and came up with a middle-grade spirited stone. He placed it on the table. “This is a middle-grade spirited stone and it has an equal worth to one hundred low-grade spirited stones. Casual trainers like you have never seen spirited stones like this right? Haha… How about that?” “You’re giving it to me?” Daniella glanced at the spirited stone on the table in despise.

Silas promised her answers after they both had grieved Gregory. "What are those fire-y stones?" Her wolf sniffed disapprovingly. Nostrils of a wolf pick up copying scents on inanimate objects all the time yet she found nothing. Silas cracked a smile. Her face felt caked in remnants of sleep to return him one. "They are brimstones." He held one out on his palm. She didn't understand but her eyes darted in the dark of soon arriving dawn. Why was he treating it so carelessly? What if naked eyes were exposed to its power?

He ate quietly, licking his lips, opening his mouth and closing it, chewing and biting, boring his eyes into her as if it was her turn to get eaten next. She felt the arm of his dirty intentions tickling her, teasing in all the unspeakable places. The more she allowed herself to keep his gaze the more she felt weak in her knees. But the frightening dread took over when she watched him gulp, as he let his thumb inside his mouth, slowly sucking it to clean the spices off his finger, leaving a layer of his saliva to glisten behind.