Stone Breathing Novels & Stories

“These are so rare!” I looked at my mate, nerding out over a rock. “Okay, what’s special about it?” I asked. Isaiah looked at me as I’m looking at him with amusement. I see his ears turn red. Clearly, he realized that he looks nerdy and I think it’s adorable. “Right, um, so Blackstone is known for our gems. You both know that right?” I nodded and so did Sinclair.

She would’ve felt it. And yet… there it stood. A crooked tower of pale black stone, humming faintly with wrongness. The runes etched across its broken surface shimmered in colors that shouldn’t exist, red-violet and green-white light crawling like veins. Time felt, thin here. Like something still cracked just below the surface. Ashar stepped closer. “This is Whisperstone.” Riven frowned. “That’s a myth.” Ashar didn’t reply. His eyes were locked on the tower.

Alex then got Azure and other people with large machines to dig, and they dug out this well. This was because William and the others caused the previous entrance and exit to collapse the last time they were there. They could only go down to the tomb from somewhere else. "Brother Alex, Fleur, when the pile driver was used for this deep well, it cannot be driven down below the slab of green stone, because that slab of green stone is very hard. Even a cutting machine cannot cut it into half, nor leave a mark. It is harder than diamond." Azure said. Susan said, "That piece is the dragon stone. After our initial identification, it is most likely an extraterrestrial meteorite containing elements t

His temple came in contact with her left shoulder, a knowing smirk scrawled across his luscious lips. The magnificent stone building standing in front of June literally stole the breath from her lungs. It was high rise, with numerous floor to ceiling windows, gold pillars, a wide wrap around courtyard accentuated with different varieties of flowers, it was perfect. It's massive doors stood wide open, as though daring you to step in and behold it's beauty.

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 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.”

He was the beast again. After the commotion, work resumed as usual for some of the group. Jaiyana was working on carefully unearthing a stone that was different from the rocks and other figurines that were coming out of the ground. Its smooth surface was easy to distinguish from the rest. Jaiyana could not yet see its coloring, but she knew that it was more than likely alabaster, a stone used to carve precious figurines or yoni stones, often associated with purity, delicacy, and sacredness. Jaiyana’s pulse quickened at the possibilities.

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