روايات وقصص ضمن Miraculous Ladybug Stoneheart

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.

[Primus] A strange artificial stone lines the tunnel, and I can’t help but stare as the platform descends. I am an earth dragon, and I’ve seen all types of stone, but this substance was outside my experience. It is a type of shaped stone, perfectly formed, its grooves determining not only the course of our platform, but the speed of its descent. The stone itself isn’t made of a single type, but of the fragments of several, pasted together with water and another substance not quite Terran, giving the grooves a faint blue sheen that flickered to life with the glow of the stone in Liaison Everly’s staff.

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.

And why am I stuck with the ear and tail, could I move my tail, I have to try and do that more often. "That would be all for today, everyone dismissed," Lucifer says getting everyone out of the throne room, I turned to him from my chair and started to ask questions, he could at least answer those. "Lucifer," I say, he turned to me from his chair. "Yes, Nova?" he answers. "Why can't I hide my ear and tail like before?" I ask him. "Because you are a half-blood, my magic kept them hidden but in my presence and in hell they can't be hidden" He answered.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

Aurora’s POV “I never expected I would see this happen in my lifetime,” Elder Miriam stood, picking up the caramel coloured stone. My lips quivered. I forced myself to ask with a hoarse voice, “Elder, what do you mean? What is wrong with my son? Asher shifted by my side, pressing his body against me. Elder Miriam raised the stone to me, saying, “This is a stone I caught from a large canyon. A gemstone of immense quality. Very high pure energy.”

Mathilda did. By the time my body moved, a sword landed on the Lingering shattering it and a familiar silhouette appeared out of nowhere. It was the helper and the background strength I had since Victor’s death. Ice and frost spread out under her feet and I knew she used her powers so much in Dotoria; this was one of the reasons this land cursed non-human, it destroyed anyone who fought against it. Lady Markbill wasn’t a full human. The man lifted the unconscious woman and darted next to me. “I don’t think this is the end the one you talked about wants. I neutralized her heart momentarily. Take her out of here!”