Stone Breathing Novels & Stories

Kristen said as she looked at the two small faces that were staring back at her. He took out a small box and then opened it to a sparkling ring with a large clear stone. “This isn’t diamond. God knows I would never be able to afford that.” He began as he chuckled, “However this is a new type of stone. It was found to grow on meteorites.” “Grows on meteorites? “She laughed slightly.

But the ambush was a distraction for Brehm to take the stone. The battle didn’t last long. Brehm had just enough time to take the stone and disappear. We only lost six dragons in the fight, but the loss was enough to preoccupy us. It wasn’t until hours later that we discovered the stone was missing. Our human companions were all dead.

She looked adorable at that moment. "Do you even know what you're drinking?" I asked, and she shook her head negatively. "I know it's just some liquor," she smiled. "You're quite trusting, you know?" I sighed. "Is that supposed to be an insult?" she frowned. "It's a compliment," she rolled her eyes, making me laugh. She looked incredibly cute. "This is brevinine, an alcoholic drink similar to vodka and even stronger. You shouldn't be drinking it," I continued. "Like I care, the stronger the drink, the stronger the effects it would have on my body. Anyway, how did you find me?" she asked.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

The world shifted: shadows lengthened and withdrew as if bowing, small birds rose in a furious cloud, and the stones underfoot hummed. Barbie flew ahead and called back, her voice sharp. “There—by the water. The ward stones. She’s awake enough to stir the ground, but not loose.” She pointed with a glittering hand. In the shallow basin, ancient standing stones had been newly disturbed, faint glyphs burning with a color I’d never seen in my lifetime—cold violet, like bruises made visible.

I noticed that everyone going to make a wish held a small black stone in their hands. I asked Archie, "What's that?" "Wishing stones," he whispered. "But these are just a scam to fool rich people—" Before he could finish, I walked toward a small cabin nearby. The cabin sold those black stones. I pointed to one. "How much for one?" "Three thousand dollars." I took the stone and waded into the water. After a deep breath, I closed my eyes and sank to the bottom of the spring. I relaxed and let the water flow around me. Time passed slowly in the silence. I couldn't hear anything.

Though he couldn’t hear a living being in miles radius. The mortification of feeling the vibration of his voice made her squirm. “Let go, Sire! I don’t like it!” She whisper-yelled but he just smirked with his one hand on her ass and the other patting her thigh. “The walls and flooring is made of Silver Stone,” She stilled at once. “It slowly depletes Beasts of strength when they come in contact with it often, the effect on humans may be faster.” Laylin bit her lip.

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.

"I like bein' around y'all. Not like... nothin' big. Just safe." They all looked at Wren. She exhaled. "I don’t think I know what love feels like yet. But I know this? Us? It matters." The wind didn’t howl outside. The trees didn’t groan. For the first time in days, the silence felt like peace. They went home lighter, but still uneasy. Marked by dreams, but not by rot. The Bone House held their truths now. And whatever waited beyond the shadowline... was listening.

“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.