Solid Stone Novels & Stories

She quickly shifted her focus on the stone to avoid Erebus's gazing. It was a BEAUTIFUL stone. It was in a very simple shape, ordinary even, like how ANY stone you could imagine, yet you cannot really pin it down and say there's anything special about it. It was the PURE definition of a stone. Anything more or less about it, minishes it. It was a stone. It was all stone. The shape was so perfect that every line and curve was JUST right, and you feel pleasure, just by fixing your eye on it.

"If you want to give up, just say so. Why pick a discarded stone to challenge me?" Chad, however, was serious. "Who said I'm giving up? I believe this stone has something valuable inside!" Grace picked up one of the marked stones from the pile. "Alright! If you're so confident, don't blame me for being tough. I'll use this stone to gamble with you!" Chad glanced at the stone in her hand. It had a whitish-green surface. He did not know much about the pricing or standards of those stones, but he knew that purer colors were generally better. "The color of your stone isn't as good as mine," he said.

Thomas said shrugging and motioned for her to relax while they listened to the conversation. “Are you really saying that you have found the missing Moon Stone. Like the real Luna Stone!” Melissa asked after recovering from her shock. “Yes, surprisingly I believe the stone found me. I heard there will be a big auction at the underground black market and my source told me that the stone would be up for sale. You do know how important the stone is to the whole werewolf race.” Amanda said proudly as she sipped her wine for effect before dropping it down and looking at them.

Ambrose smiled, "Ready?" Sephora took a deep breath, her nerves doing somersaults in her stomach. "Yeah." She breathed, not feeling ready at all. Ambrose walked her to a strange door at the side of the throne room. Where most of the others had been black obsidian stone, this stone door was translucent, and was almost identical to the stone wall Ambrose had put before the veil. Sephora glanced up at Ambrose, who seemed to notice her recognition of the stone. "Adamant stone." He nodded at the door. "Or diamond, as the humans call it. Unbreakable." "What's behind it?" Sephora queried. Ambrose gave a mischievous grin.

So, she grabbed it quickly and throw it on the floor because the heat has brought it. The stone that is inside her pocket was the obsidian stone. It was glowing like a stone that was stoke on a furnace use for making weapons. She slowly walks near it while sitting down without touching her ass on the floor. The light was slowly fading so she grabs it back and checked what’s the reason of it.

Nevea remained silent as she watched Kiara take a small red stone from the desk and place it on Nevea's palm. "What is this?" Nevea traced the stone with her fingers, feeling the smooth edge of the stone. "I called it memory stone." "Memory stone? You can't be serious— Oh, you are serious." Nevea almost wanted to laugh, but there was no humor in Kiara's expression. On the contrary, Kiara was so serious. If Nevea didn't know better, she would think that Kiara was a witch, but there was no witch in this world.

She said standing up and going over to the shelf behind me on the right side. She brought out something that looked like a stone. " Is that a stone?" " Yes, but it's not any stone, it's the stone of revealing, well part of it" " I've heard of it before, I hear that it's scarce and very hard to find, how did you get it? " " My mother gave it to me before she died, it has been in the family for generations and has been passed down to the first female child in the family," Reseller said smiling while holding the stone.

Jane walked about ten metres from the entrance and began unpacking bags and such. “I’ll help mom.” Sapphire went to assist, something she naturally did. She was the sister who had a hand to help everyone around her and yet never asked for help herself. Ebony knew every large family seemed to have one. Stone picked up rocks and things he found on the ground. “Okay, maybe because I know my rocks and such well enough. This stone, in general, doesn’t look or feel right for the area. I’m not seeing any minerals or limestone rocks. The solid granite rocks of the shield aren’t here either. Well, they are, but they feel like they’ve been sucked dry of something. Which doesn’t make sense at all.” He

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.

And below that: The moment I wished you were here with me. My throat tightened. “Matt—” “There’s more.” I looked back into the box and saw a smooth, black stone nestled in tissue paper, along with a small card beside it. I picked up the stone first—it was warm, polished, fitting perfectly in my palm. The surface had natural patterns, like frozen waves. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed. “It’s Icelandic lava stone.” He settled back against the headboard, watching me. “There’s a tradition. These stones are given to someone you want to keep safe.”