Stone Breathing Novels & Stories

"Every time you 'heal' someone, you aren't destroying the blight. You are drawing the active mineral crystals into your own bloodstream. Your body is storing them, using your own calcium to cage them. That’s why you’re turning to stone." "How do we stop it?" Julian demanded, taking a step toward the scholar. "There has to be a way to reverse the calcification. A chemical wash? An antidote?" "Reversibility?" Bernard let out a sad, genuine laugh. "You can't unturn a stone into bread, Julian. Once the cellular structure has been replaced by obsidian, the change is permanent. He has already reached sixty percent saturation. If he absorbs any more, his heart will crystallize. He will become a sta

Ann answered as she reached for the stone and held it to the light that streamed in through the window. "If you look closely Adam, sometimes you can see the solidified energy of the soul inside…like a mist that's infused within the stone." Bartholomew explained. "It's filled with dead people?!" He exclaimed in horror. Bartholomew chuckled and shook his head. "I suppose it is. Soulstone was formed from the souls of thousands perhaps, all fossilized centuries ago when the gods themselves roamed the earth and walked among us in various guises. It can only be found in the realms that were eventually given over to the Daemons as they rose, and accessible only by those who rule those lands."

Raymond wanted to "Why don't we start?" Bri gave a wink and started to walk towards the stones, which are about the same size as normal rocks but are incredibly heavy. . . . ….

Bryan switched on a high-powered flashlight and examined the stone closely. Christan frowned as he watched, muttering, “I heard there’s this thing in the stone world called ‘gambling on stones.’ Since the gemstone is hidden inside the raw stone and covered by a weathered layer, you can’t actually see what’s inside. People have to guess based on the outer appearance and make bids accordingly—it’s just like gambling. One cut and you either strike it rich or lose everything. They say plenty of people have gone bankrupt doing this!” “You don’t know much about gemstone,” the old man snorted. “But you seem to know quite a bit about gambling.”

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck was a constant, tectonic reminder that I was running out of flesh to sacrifice. The stone had hardened to the very edge of my lips, leaving me barely enough room to draw a breath of the ozone-heavy air. I was 92% stone, a living geological anomaly trapped in a body that was finally surrendering its air to the abyss. "The integrity is at zero," Ryan roared over the thunder of the drills. He lunged through the rising brine, catching me by my stone waist as the floor tilted a violent forty-five degrees.

The stones were chosen deliberately from river granite, strong enough to endure centuries of weather without cracking. They were never supposed to break. And yet, I stop short, one of the stones is fractured straight down the center. Not shattered. Not split apart. Cracked. A thin, jagged line runs from the top of the stone to its base, like a fault line frozen mid-earthquake. The name carved into it remains intact, but the stone itself looks… strained. Breathing carefully, I step closer, frowning. The air around the stone feels wrong. When I lean in, a faint rush of wind spills out from the crack, brushing my face like a sigh escaping something that’s been sealed too long.

While Bob goes for more stones I pick one of the imperial rocks up and hit it against a normal stone. I'm pleased with the result, while the imperial stone retains its shape, the other one broke easily. After experimenting with the imperial stone for a while, I realize that it is very difficult to break, even hitting two imperial stones against each other doesn't seem to work. So, instead of doing the same thing over and over like a caveman, I start scraping it against a huge rock that just happened to be nearby.

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

"Did I hit something terrible?" "A special type of Origin Stone Bug that only exists in the uninhabited wasteland near Bolivar. When sleeping at night, its body will be buried in the earth, and its upper body will appear on the surface. It looks exactly like a stone. I just bumped into it, it should be that one. ..” "Huh~ It's just a small Origin Stone Worm, why are you nervous? Razer and I went on a mission before, and we lost count of how many of these Origin Stone Worms we had."

"It's stone, Silas. It's calcified bone." "That's what we thought," Silas said. "Look." He moved aside. Leo looked into the eyepiece. Leo went still. "It's moving," Leo whispered. "What?" Damian stepped closer. "The crystalline structure," Leo said, lifting his head. "It's not static. It's vibrating. Very slowly. Like... like hibernation." "I ran a spectral analysis," Silas said, tapping a screen. "It's not just vibrating, Leo. It's