Hungry Stones Novels & Stories

"Once. Why?" His eyes then went wide, to which Adrian smiled and said, "Bingo. This stone is similar to those meteorites. However, these stones don’t contain worms." "So?" "So our only option now is to find a meteorite and study it."

This is confusing because some of the stones don't really look that different to the naked eye. This just goes to show how useful my observation skill can be, it's a good idea to upgrade it as soon as possible. Even though I don't lack motivation, it's a slow process and I can't afford to spend all day doing this. I put my hands to my stomach, I don't know if it's hunger or discomfort, but it makes my task more difficult. I pick up all the stones I find, and if they have a question mark after looking at them, I put them aside in a pile.

The deeper we went, the more corrupted they became—monsters that had no names, with too many eyes and flesh that shimmered between forms. Abominations birthed from the rift itself. The deeper we went, the hotter the air grew, charged with the scent of brimstone and decay. Stones floated mid-air, defying gravity. Rivers ran backward. And still, the mana stones glittered all around us, embedded in the rocks like pulsing hearts—blues, reds, purples, each humming with stolen power. Damian broke a few free, stuffing them into his satchel.

he replied. “Give your stones to Ty, Zoe and Tyson,” Aunt Nyssa demanded. After the two of them retrieved their stones and handed them over to Ty, Aunt Nyssa instructed, “Rub the three stones together, child and swallow them. These stones will help you harness infinite Spiritual Energy on your own but you have to be careful because you will be Xador’s direct target now, Ty as you have all the three stones which are needed to destroy his formless evil presence.” Ty rubbed the three stones together which turned into a crazy ball of multiple colours and swallowed it with his sexy Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he ingested in the stones.

I stumbled forward into space and stopped so my body wouldn’t keep me past the edge. The clearing was a bowl. Grass grew thick and silver-tipped, bending under a breeze that had never met the rest of the forest. In the center stood a stone I did not have a word for—a standing stone, but not like the ones in the old books. This one wasn’t about marking a grave or holding a fence line; it was about telling the sky where to aim. Carvings covered it: moons inside moons, wolves in profile and in motion, lines that might have been rivers or veins. I moved closer because the kind of hunger I suddenly had could not be fed by food.

And in the center of the valley stood the Whispering Stones. They were not what Liora had expected. They weren't grand or majestic. They were a circle of rough, grey stones, no taller than Ashiel, covered in pale green lichen. They looked ancient and weary, as if they had been standing there since the birth of the world, holding up the sky. The whispering was loudest here, a soft, mournful chorus.

"You're going to do something stupid." "I prefer the term fieldwork." She closes the window. --- The quarry is exactly as described — a wide bowl of grey stone, abandoned a generation ago when the good granite ran out, now overgrown at the edges with dry brush and dotted with the territorial markings of Stone-Jaw Boars. The creatures themselves are about the size of a large dog, built entirely forward — all shoulder and jaw, minimal hindquarter, with a hide that has literally incorporated fragments of the quarry stone over years of rubbing against it. Their tusks are blunt but heavy. When they charge, the ground registers the impact.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

Lyla's black hair hung loose over her shoulders and looked messy. She was wearing pajamas in the smallest size, but they still seemed too big and loose for her. She was so thin that she was practically skin and bone. It made her eyes look frighteningly big under her fringe. Her pupils were pure black. Lyla gripped a bag of bread tightly and lowered her head. She said in a tiny voice, "I was hungry." The night before, the Stones had been so worried about Harry that they'd barely eaten. As for how much Lyla had eaten, none of them had seemed to care.