Red Stone With Black Veins Novels & Stories

I heard all about how one person looked at her the wrong way once and she killed them, no second thought she just killed them for looking at her the wrong way, but right now she's standing in our house holding the hand of a little! "If you would stop staring, Kiara is shy" Ebony says in a voice as sweet as honey, laced with the threat of killing someone if we don't stop staring at them. "Mommy" the little whines again, hiding their face in her neck. "I know honey, but mama have some work to do" Ebony calms down her little and turn back to us. "Now if we can get this over with," she says annoyed, uncle Dante looks at me before starting to explain things to her.

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

Deep within a labyrinthine network of caves, hidden far from prying eyes, lay a vast underground hall. The cavernous expanse was dimly illuminated by a crimson glow that pulsed from veins of glowing stone etched into the walls, resembling the flow of blood through ancient arteries. At the far end of the hall stood a black throne carved from obsidian, its surface lined with grooves resembling veins that glowed faintly red. The air was heavy, suffused with an oppressive aura that seemed to sap the strength of anyone who entered.

Deep purple, swirling script and tiny inlayed gemstones decorate all the available covers space. ‘Witches – The origin of a species.’ I recognise some of the gems, others look like they could have been stolen away from other worlds. A milky white, opaque stone, with black veins and a blue hue in the right light, stands out above the rest. I would recognise a moonstone anywhere. My thumb glides over it’s cool, polished surface and a shiver runs up my arm. The freaked out little boy inside me, yells at me to put the book down. I’m not about to argue. I place it on the table beside me and reach for the next.

The surfaces of the slabs were covered in moss, and their edges were inscribed with blurry runes, clearly having existed for many years. In the center of the bluestone slabs lay a gray-black rock half as tall as a person. Its surface was rough and weathered, indistinguishable from the surrounding rocks at first glance. But on closer inspection, a faint red glow could be seen leaking from beneath the rock—the sign of energy escaping from the core of the formation. Elijah circled the rock twice, his little brows furrowing as if pondering how to move the large stone. He reached out his chubby little hand and pressed it against the rock's surface, taking a deep breath. His small belly puffed out

“Momma, there’s a weird stone in the water! It’s glowing!” ‎ ‎My heart skipped. Rex was on his feet in an instant, Lyra scampering after her brother. We followed them downstream to where the river bent around a cluster of rocks. ‎ ‎There, half-submerged, was a stone unlike any I’d seen: smooth, black, veined with silver that pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. ‎ ‎Rex’s growl was low. “Stay back.” ‎ ‎But I stepped forward, drawn by the warmth in my chest, the same pull I’d felt in the ancient circle. I knelt, touching the stone. It was warm, alive.

Without waiting for another second, he took it and slid it around my wrist. Now that it was actually close, I realized how there were only three of those black stones dangling around the chain. And for a mere second, I saw them changing colors. From black to white to grey. And then it was gone. "These stones were carved out from the deepest pits of the River Phlethegon." He still didn't let go of my hand. "They grow hot whenever danger is near." I couldn't help but notice how cold they felt against my bare skin.

When he opened the box he took a necklace with a wooden pendant with a small circular stone in the middle. "What is that, Doc Linus," Ayla asked. "This necklace was given to me 10 years ago. A witch from Halivaara gave it to me. It's a gift from their town. And this wooden pendant," he paused as he points at it. "It is a piece of wood from the healing tree, the Sotìras. And this stone in the middle is a stone from the Mystical Lake."

Then, he came to the first floor. It was better to find out some news in a crowded place. The atmosphere on the first floor was very different from the second floor. It was noisy and boisterous. Philip randomly walked to a booth where the owner was enthusiastically introducing his stones to the others. “Sir, the stones I have here came from the innermost area of Mystic Mine Three. They’re definitely of the highest quality!” “Look at this piece with a green hue. You’ll definitely find emerald inside!” “And this one with a purple hue. It’ll surely produce purple jadeite!”

I’m willing to try just about anything if it means I can watch my little girl grow up. "Eat a raw vegetable that isn't a garnish," she goes on. "Walk to your appointments instead of being driven to them if they’re not too far. Take the stairs. Leave your phone in another room when you sleep." She smiles serenely, reaching for a small box filled with colorful rocks. “Hmm. There are several that would help, but I don’t want to overload you. Take this one.” She hands me a dark green stone with red spots. “That’s bloodstone. It helps healthy blood circulation and clears out negative energy.”