Stone Breathing Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

Frost formed on his armour, ice crystals in his breath. At the bottom lay a cavern that predated human naming. Walls of black stone wept constant moisture that never reached the floor. The ceiling vanished in darkness so complete it might have been void. And at the centre, on a pedestal of fused bone... The Soulstone. It didn't look like much: a sphere of dark crystal perhaps the size of a man's fist. No radiating light, no ominous aura. It might have been polished obsidian except for the way it seemed to eat the torchlight, creating a perfect sphere of absolute darkness.

I dragged myself to the door, every muscle screaming in protest. Soren was standing there with coffee and croissants. "Breakfast," he shoved the bag into my hands. "Even the dying need energy, right?" I stared at him. "What are you doing?" "Since you're so determined to die," his smile was icy, "I'll help you. Today, we pick out your Spirit Stone." A Spirit Stone. A sacred stone used to house the spiritual energy of a powerful wolf after death. Only wolves on the verge of death needed one.

Only exhaustion. “It was never leverage,” Elidra said softly. “It was a heart. It was in pain. I could feel it.” She turned to look at him. “We can’t heal the bond with a tool. We have to understand it. The stone is safe. Now we need to find the understanding.” He nodded slowly, accepting her strange, instinctive logic. He looked toward the mountains, their peaks just visible above the trees. “The Stoneteeth. If there are answers, they’ll be there. In the old magic.”

Frank's reply was simple and determined. Naturally, Sif could see that nearby. "Yes, sir!" Trevor had no reason to refuse, seeing how determined Frank was. In fact, he would bankrupt himself buying that rock just because Frank said so! Meanwhile, Jenny was smiling as she introduced, "My father's friend happened to find this milk-white stalactite while exploring a cave. It's a rare thousand-year-old stone, though we've never looked inside. The starting bid is ten million, and subsequent bids must be over a million."

[Primus] A strange artificial stone lines the tunnel, and I can’t help but stare as the platform descends. I am an earth dragon, and I’ve seen all types of stone, but this substance was outside my experience. It is a type of shaped stone, perfectly formed, its grooves determining not only the course of our platform, but the speed of its descent. The stone itself isn’t made of a single type, but of the fragments of several, pasted together with water and another substance not quite Terran, giving the grooves a faint blue sheen that flickered to life with the glow of the stone in Liaison Everly’s staff.

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

Without protection, a vampire could compel any human close to me … and I could be compelled, too. Raven closed her eyes as she held my hand and extended her other hand over the stones. “Siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage.” She opened her eyes, clearly drained. She reached down and picked up one of the stones, placed it in my hand, then curled my fingers around it. “Make sure to carry this with you at all times.” I nodded and looked down at the stone. I could definitely see why it was called Bloodstone. It looked like blood had been splashed into a sea of green, then frozen into a stone.

Tristan said, coming to my side and patting me gently from the back as I coughed. I came closer to his neck to whisper something. “The spirit stone… you said something about the spirit stone being small during the auction, right?” Tristan’s eyes widened. “Do you remember it now?” I nodded. “Tell me… If a stone finds its whole, what happens?” Tristan scratched his head. “Spirit stones are meant to be whole. It’s very hard to separate them. By way of nature, they cannot be separated to their owners by force… Did you also remember how you obtained the stone, Dahlia?”

Without saying a word, I nodded. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, I walked through the maze of graves, my eyes scanning the inscriptions on each and every stone, my mind filled with curiosity and a sense of reverence. My emotions were a jumbled mess of sadness and anticipation as I drew closer to the place where Megan now rested. The stone monument was a haunting reminder of her life, with a large headstone standing as a testament to her existence, elegantly adorned with her name in an ornate font. Every beat of my heart felt like a reminder of her absence, intensifying the pain and causing it to clench tightly in my chest.