Philosopher S Stone Novels & Stories

I proposed and Carl chuckled. “No dear!" He spat. "It is either you or no one else! And mind you, it's not really a cave, it is an underground palace, something a Batman would have and be grateful for.” He grinned. Carl stretched his hand and brought out a pendant with the stone already fixed inside it. I groaned and looked away. It's either I agreed to this and get back the stone in peace, or I forget about the stone and be stuck in a forever pending doom.

The bond between us will be too strong, making it difficult to push him away. I lowered my eyes to the dark grey floor. "I'm not strong enough," I responded. She laughed and returned to her table, removing an object from a small chest box. Then she came back to me, slowly revealing a necklace with a small, round, light gray stone pendant, resembling the moon, in the palm of her hand.

“I promised to discharge him from the army. I did. But a boy with your blood is too valuable to leave in the slums. He is in the palace dungeons, Isolde. He will stay there to make sure you keep your end of the bargain.” I screamed in rage and lunged at him. I wanted to scratch his eyes out. I wanted to tear the stone from his face. But as I got close, the door burst open. Lady Morgana stood there. She was beautiful, but her eyes were full of venom. She held a small, glowing stone in her hand, a Truth-Seeker. "Your Majesty!" she cried, pointing the stone at me. The stone turned a bright, angry red. "I knew it! This girl is not Isadora. The stone never lies. She is a spy!"

"Those three fools are just pawns and not worth our concern. The Coldwells are the real chess players behind the scenes." My expression darkened. "No wonder when I looked into Tahlia's background, I found that she had a distant cousin working as a secretary at Coldwell Realty." Charles gently set his mug down. "Doing business is like waging war—schemes and conspiracies are inevitable. But harming the innocent and poisoning people? That goes far beyond normal corporate competition." He looked at me, and a sharpness I had never seen before flared in his eyes. "There's such a thing as karma. Since they've chosen this path, they'll have to face the consequences."

But after seeing the letter, he seemed to have been enlightened. Thor was the same. He breathed a sigh of relief upon reading the letter. “That was why nobody has been able to find it. To think that the devilstone is so complex.” Even after Asgard had examined this stone for years with the help of the spider god, it seemed that they hadn’t truly understood the stone. The letter Ananse had written them was more enlightening than the books in their archives.

He thought, "Okay, let's just say the emperor has two spiritual roots. However, it doesn't make sense! Fire is weak with water. Is that even possible for a person to have a spiritual root that destroys the other?" Before he could even continue with his thoughts, another strange thing happened. Out of nowhere, the eunuch suddenly becomes more aggressive. A dark aura surrounded him gradually. It's like he got another supply of strength. They didn't know, the one behind this, the empress dowager, has another trick hidden in her sleeves. Number 35, the Stone of Avalon. The stone is a crimson red-colored gem. This amplifies the prowess of its use for a short period of time.