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she trails off Alexander holds a hand up to her silencing her, he stands up and shakes his head “So you are telling me the girl I am in love with is going……..” He stops talking and I see the furious look on Kayla’s face “You WHAT!!!! she screamed at him I had to agree with her she was mated to him and he had just admitted he was in love with my mate. Kayla throws the book at him and storms out the room and Alexander chases after. There was so much I wanted to say to him but he had enough problems on his plate. Picking up the book and flicking through, there are pages on vampires, werewolves, witches even hunters and there was a whole section on Alpha-Lunas separate from the werewolf section.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Nina I stared down at the book in front of me, my breath catching in my throat as the strange blue glow intensified. The moonstone in my hand glowed as well, its light almost seeming to pulse in tandem with that of the book. “What the hell?” I muttered, reaching out to touch the book. Gasping softly, I quickly recoiled my hand when, upon my fingers grazing the leather, a small electric shock lightly touched my fingers. With my eyes wide, I looked down at my hand—unharmed, but still almost fizzling with that strange energy.

blank. My hand doesn't burn. It vanishes. I watch, paralyzed, as my fingers dissolve into black dust. The Stone isn't accepting me. It’s unmaking me. I try to pull back, but I can't. The blackness spreads. It races up my wrist, past my elbow. My skin flakes away into ash, sucked instantly into the rock. I open my mouth to scream, but the air in my lungs is gone. I look down at my body. My legs are fading. My torso is unspooling like a dried petal caught in a gale.

the Seer ground out, her milky eyes tracking the shape beneath the towels. "I messed up," I sobbed, pulling the towels away to reveal the gray stone. "I used the fluid blast from the thin book, but it did this. Please tell me you can undo it." The Seer stepped closer, her gnarled fingers tracing the cold limestone cheek of Ravena. She closed her eyes, murmuring a low, rhythmic chant that made the dust in the hut dance. A pale light flickered from her palms, washing over the stone before snapping off like a dead wire.

I stepped closer, and she instinctively moved back, bumping into the bookshelf behind her. Her throat worked as she swallowed, but she didn’t look away. I smirked, leaning down just enough for my breath to fan across her cheek. “Stand still,” I muttered. “I’m going to take what you stole from me.” My hand shot up to her neck again, my instincts screaming to pull the stone back, to drain the energy the way I always had. But it didn’t work. It didn’t move. A sharp frustration burned up my spine. What the hell?

While I was rubbing two small stones to make a fire, I read this in the book and hoped it could help me. A few minutes passed, and the two stones in my hand still showed no sign of fire. I watched helplessly as the wolves stepped on each other's heads to climb up; one of them had already reached the pit. I panicked and threw a big tree at its head; the wolf lost its momentum and fell backward again; it howled with anger and desire to tear me apart right now. I tried to do it faster, but finally, my plea worked, and the fire flared up.

Evelynn collapsed against him, shaking, her tears damp against his neck. He held her tightly, rocking her as though she were fragile crystal. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” She drew in a trembling breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “That stone… it’s alive. And it knows me.” His eyes flicked to the jagged rock, his expression like steel. “Then we destroy it before it claims you.” The ground hummed beneath their feet, as if the stone had heard him. Evelynn flinched, the fire in her veins sparking hot, ready to betray her again.

He was hanging onto the edge of the broken bridge with one hand, holding me with the other. But the effort was too much. I watched in horror as the black obsidian stone on his arm began to spread at lightning speed. It raced up his shoulder and toward his neck. "Let me go!" I sobbed. "You're turning to stone! If you don't let go, you'll freeze like that and fall with me!" Alaric looked down at me. His eyes were turning into solid black glass. He couldn't speak, but one final thought flickered into my mind before the link died completely.

His voice fills my mind as he opens our mindlink. ‘I love you both.’ THE END This concludes book 1 of The Stone Sister Series! I know there are still many questions: What about Bram? What about The Underground? What about Sage? Be on the lookout for Book 2: Emmy’s Story, which will be titled Rejecting Fate! If you enjoyed this story and my writing, please follow my I G for updates and more! Thank you all so much! <3 JNS