Miraculous Ladybug Stoneheart Novels & Stories

The sight before us made my breath lock in my throat. The fifty-foot golden quartz crystal at the center of the cavern, the ancient heartstone that held Blackthorn Valley together, was encased in a thick, pulsating web of black frost. Thick, unnatural tendrils rooted deep in the stone floor were pumping a murky, pale fluid directly into the crystal's core, turning its radiant golden light into a dim, malignant purple.

She could tell that Willow was amazed to see the stones again. “Where the hell did you find these?” Willow asked as she looked at the stones. “Let’s just say I have a friend who happened to have a small amount of the stones. When I asked about them, he offered to sell them to me. Cost me a lot less than you would expect.” Majesta said and loved the look on the woman’s face. Willow picked up a stone and smiled at the warmth coming from the stone; it was how you could tell it was the real thing. The stones were warm, like they had been lying in the sun. Black as night with a slight dusting of gold, they shone in the sun.

In her grief and love, Autumn decided to build a shrine in Luma's memory. Beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient willow that swayed like a dancer behind Mirabella Estate, Autumn knelt on the damp earth, straining against the weight of stones as she gathered them, her palms raw and bloodied from the effort. One by one, she chiseled intricate soul sigils into their surface—each marking a symbol of remembrance, protection, and the hope of return. The stones wove together into a cairn that resonated softly with magic, fragile yet unwavering in its strength.

Each filled with something different. The first contains black earth gathered from deep beneath Lycan territory. The second holds shimmering water from the fae rivers said to carry old magic. The third contains silver ash blessed by witches centuries ago. The fourth holds ancient vampire blood preserved from the first royal line. And the final bowl.. A piece I feel connected to quite deeply.. Inside rests a small jagged fragment of obsidian stone veined faintly with gold. Azriel notices my stare. “The throne stone,” he says quietly. “From the original kingdom.”

Steel picked up the stone and took a closer look at it. "Isn't this a meteorite from Isle 416? But there's something different about this one… It's got these textures on it." "We got that from the monsters," Adrian said. "Why would something like this be found within the monsters?"

Without protection, a vampire could compel any human close to me and I could be compelled, too. Raven closed her eyes as she held my hand and extended her other hand over the stones. "Siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage." She opened her eyes, clearly drained. She reached down and picked up one of the stones, placed it in my hand, then curled my fingers around it. "Make sure to carry this with you at all times." I nodded and looked down at the stone. I could definitely see why it was called Bloodstone. It looked like blood had been splashed into a sea of green, then frozen into a stone.

Ava's frustration grew with each passing moment, the corruption gnawing at her like a living thing. Just as the last light faded, a faint glow caught her eye—pulsing softly beneath a mosaic tiled floor. She knelt, brushing away debris to reveal a circular sigil etched in obsidian, veins of silver running through it like frozen lightning. "This is it," she breathed. "The seal protecting the Heartstone." Rhian circled her, eyes narrowed. "You sure you can break it?" Ava's fingers trembled as she reached out, weaving delicate threads of magic through the sigil. The ley lines responded, humming louder, vibrating beneath her touch. Slowly, the seal began to dissolve, cracking like ice under a win

“He’s… loud.” Ryland tosses a branch into the flames. “Zane’s lieutenant. He’ll want revenge.” “Let him try.” My wolf stirs, eager. “He’s not alone.” Ryland’s tone darkens. “He’ll have allies. Packs that thrived under the elders’ corruption.” Silas sits up abruptly, his eyes glowing full gold. “The moon lady says to find the stone. The one that *breathes*.” Ryland stills. “The Heart of the Grove. It’s a legend—a relic that can amplify their power.”

A handful of them even had their hearts ripped out completely, reverting to their original beast forms and dying on the spot. Priscilla looked annoyed and impatient. "Who gave you the right to tell me what to do? I am the successor of the Snake clan! At worst, I'll just find something else to replace the Sacred Heart with after letting Jas use it!" I couldn't stop myself from sneering and chuckling out loud at that. The Sacred Heart was an incredibly rare stone that was impossible to come by even once in ten thousand years. All of the wealth and treasures accumulated by all beastmen over the millennia combined wouldn't even amount to a fraction of it.

I asked hoping she truly had a way. "There's a rare magic object that I possess, known as the traveling stone. It can take you to anywhere you wish on this Earth in a matter of minutes but since magic objects don't work within the vicinity of the Forbidden Zone, the traveling stone can only take you to the Mountain of Doom, you'll have to walk the rest of the way and enter the Forbidden Zone by foot." She said and walked to the bedside table. She brought out an old woven bag and searched in it a bit before finally bringing out a triangular sapphire colored gemstone which had strange markings on it.