Philosopher S Stone Novels & Stories

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

he replied. No argument. No hesitation. Just focus. "Today," he said, reaching for a small stone on the table, "you don't wait for the gold to come to you." He placed the stone in my palm. "You bring it out." I frowned down at it. "That's not how it works." "That's how it has to work," he corrected. I curled my fingers around the stone. "And how do I do that?" "Stop thinking of it as something separate," he said. "It's not a weapon you pick up. It's part of you."

I dropped on the ground as he snatched it from me and let go of my neck. " What is this thing? " He asked, examining the stone intricately. " It's... It's the Forbidden Pearl. The mythical stone that can bring the dead back. " This time Draco's expressions were much more serious.

However, he did not think so because he detected nothing out of it. He had used countless methods but failed to split the stone, so it was relatively hard at best. Eventually, Goldie stored it inside the storage ring, and he never saw Goldie taking it out again. Could it be that stone? Was it the Yellow Obsidian Crystal? What a fateful irony! *** ‘What should I do?’ Alex was anxious, now equivalent to being trapped in the spell formation. He would be annihilated as soon as he went out.

Phil was happy since his hours of work were not in vain and finally, he has an artifact that can help him to travel the miasma surrounding the abyss and maybe find Eric's mother. Phil returned the sextant inside its box and proceeded to put the box in the bag he had. The moment Phil exited the room he noticed the crystals started to dim as the light was snuffed out. Phil wanted to take one of the crystals out of curiosity but as he tried to take one, he observed that the crystal was growing in the wall itself, and no matter how he pulled it did not budge. Sad he could not take the crystal, Phil decided to go home instead. Walking past the raven door, as if detecting Phil's departure, the doo

“Time stops for a moment. I want you to help me!” “Huh, what can I do?” “You will enter the bodies of the injured and help them. This is only temporary, as a due diligence if the stone is indeed worthy of you.” “Just take the stone. I don’t want my wife and children waiting for me. I’d rather be an ordinary person,” Nicko said. But the voice threatened, “You may not want that power, but you can’t go back to them. Because to return to where you came from requires the power of the Philosopher’s Stone!” Nicko snorted in annoyance and finally he complied.

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

Since he isn’t around, I try to press my ear to the wall to hear the song better but instead fall through the door. Looking around, I notice the statues are gone. All that’s in the room is the golden dragon that once held the stone. The music gets louder as I approach the dragon. Suddenly the eyes of the golden dragon glow red, and after a flash, a glowing stone materializes in its claws. The appearance of the stone reminds me of a salt rock lamp, but there is no cord, and the stone seems dull. “Taran! Taran, that stone is back!” I yell.

Now, I was alone. "Nika..." and there was Kelvin. "Yes?" I answered. "I'm going to head out," he told me. "Are you crazy? It's 1 a.m. Why don't you just spend the night here?" I offered. "I don't know. I—" "I won't take no for an answer," I interrupted firmly. "Okay, fine," he relented with a smile. Kelvin's P.O.V "Miss, to win the prize, you need to throw those darts at the dartboard. If you hit the bullseye, you get that huge teddy bear over there," the shop owner explained, pointing to a massive teddy bear with a heart-shaped logo on its tummy.

No way was I giving Theridialis the chance to keep this vital information to himself. I needn't have worried. He sagged, hand falling from Bilesterius's arm as he met his friend's eyes. "The Dead Stone," he said. "Where is it?" The old scientist flinched. "With Ruler," he said. "As it always has been."