Stone Breathing Novels & Stories

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

I press my palm to the Assessment Stone. The stone is cold. The formation hums under my skin — a faint vibration, like a distant bell. For a moment, just a fragment of a second, something shifts in the space behind my sternum. Something that feels less like a spiritual root and more like a door with a very heavy lock, pressing back. Then the Stone displays its result. The characters are dim. Brownish-grey, the color of unlit embers, barely bright enough to read in morning sunlight. The crowd reads them first because they're watching for exactly this.

The force sent me flying backward, and I crashed into the room's only decent, albeit shabby, wooden cabinet. The cabinet toppled with a crash. The pouch with my mother's things, wrapped in old animal skin, and a "Soul Stone" she used to wear – a polished moonstone symbolizing the soul's final resting place – were thrown to the ground by the impact. The animal skin pouch rolled aside, covered in dust, its contents scattering. And the "Soul Stone"… it rolled right under Brynn's foot. She stepped on it without realizing! A sharp cracking sound echoed in the deathly silent room.

SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “What does this stone do ?” Nick quizzed as Zara swallowed the Stone in her after rubbing it to size it down to a pebble small size.

The Stone towered above them like the spine of a buried god. Up close, its spirals were not carvings but veins of light running through the rock, pulsing in time with some hidden heartbeat. The air was warmer here, heavy with the scent of lichen and iron. Every sound — their breathing, the scrape of boots — seemed muted, as if the monolith absorbed it. Caleb’s eyes shone. “It’s not just stone,” he murmured. “It’s alive.”

The necklace against her skin pulsed harder, echoing the sacred rhythm of the stone in her hands. The stone seemed to respond, warm now under her fingertips, radiating a quiet insistence that pressed against her chest. The world around her—the clatter of tools, the murmur of voices—fell away into something distant and hollow. Jaiyana’s breath caught as a vibration, soft but insistent, rose from the stone into her bones.

It hadn’t been there before. Zayne whistled softly from the sidelines. “Not bad.” “It’s an ordinary trick.” I said, though a strange warmth spread through my chest. “It is a conversation.” Morwen corrected. “The first word in a language you were born speaking but never taught. “Now, a harder test.” She pointed to one of the standing stones. “This stone has a crack.” “Winter frost will split it in two.” “Heal it.” I stared at the man-sized stone. A hairline fracture ran down its center.

We were already married so this was going to be the one with a priest no legal formalities were required. My sister had offered her help but I denied it. Her vision and mine are always odd. So it is better Charlie and my planner takes care with a little bit of help from me and Fathima. What I need right now is help for making my husband lose his control. It was very tough these days. Even walking around him wearing nothing hadn't caused a Crack in his defence. I now realise why he was indeed called Stone-hearted. I think he wasn't interested in me anymore. But yet he is spending so much on the wedding. It was an intimate one but still, he had left nothing to make it a grand thing.

Kai's eyebrows came together with concentration. "What do you mean by i have these stones? Where else did you come across these kinds of stones?" he inquired. The fact that the particular stones Bella was talking about were only found recently. And so far these kind of stones are available only in Sangva mines. So its impossible to find these stones elsewhere, because Kai didn't start selling them yet. Bella was too preoccupied with the stones to notice the slight edge in Kai's tone. "I saw this stone with Sinclair. Its a pity that he had only one. I love these. I already has a few pieces that I designed using this particular stone. He promised to deliver these stones today. But he didn't. I

Bedros put it down and looked at the boy. "Bring them," "Give each of them a master, for you to use this hard stone" while giving 5 hard stones. The stones had never been seen by Bedros in his wandering life and were not found on the black market. The stones are clear, however, inside there is colored smoke that surrounds and moves as if alive with black, blue, white silver, orange and yellow gold. Bedros still couldn't believe what he had just seen and heard from such a small child.