Stone Breathing Novels & Stories

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.

Caelum unscrewed the iron cylinder, pulling out a fragment of dark runestone retrieved from the northern outpost. The moment the stone was exposed to the open air, the temperature on the sunlit training grounds plummeted by twenty degrees. Frost instantly crawled across the white marble floor, creeping toward Caelum’s boots. The stone wasn't dark silver or obsidian; it was a strange, chalky grey, radiating a hollow, abyssal chill that seemed to devour the surrounding light. Lyra reached out, her fingers hovering an inch above the grey stone. Her gold eyes widened in shock, her ancestral solar core violently recoiling, sending a sharp, defensive spike of heat through her veins.

Brinah walked up closer to her and kissed her cheek and then she vanished into a fog of sparkling silver blue dust. Aislinn looked around for Brinah but she was nowhere to be seen. As she stared into the shadows of the dark silent stones she felt a presence beyond Brinah. Or more precisely many presences. It was only then that it occurred to her that the stones had been here for a very long time. At one point they were uses regularly for rituals and spells. If Brinah's soul could be trapped here, what was stopping other souls from being trapped here as well. As the uneasy feeling grew she turned and left the Circle with the firm intent of being very careful about who she was thinking about w

As Alexander examined the stone, a hush fell over the room, everyone eager to hear his verdict. After a tense moment, he spoke, his voice carrying authority. "Ladies and gentlemen, this stone is no ordinary rock," he declared, his eyes gleaming excitedly. "It is a rare raw gemstone, and I am prepared to offer 100 million dollars."

"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.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Where is the ritual, Micah? It’s too quiet here." Rhea stopped in the center of the Whispering Stones—a circle of jagged, upright monoliths that looked like teeth pointing at the sky. The air was unnaturally still. There were no crickets, no wind, no sound of distant wolves. Micah stopped and turned to face her. He didn't look like a savior. He looked like a man walking to his own funeral. "I’m sorry, Rhea," he whispered.

“Circle in! We finish the sacrifice before they—” “I’m not a sacrifice,” Rin snapped louder than she’d meant to. She planted her bare, blood‑slick foot on one of the last intact focus stones at the southern point. The little monolith had been hammered into place with almost reverent care, its sides painstakingly carved. She kicked it. The impact jarred all the way up her leg. Pain flashed white. The stone rocked, wobbled. Not enough. She snarled and kicked again, putting all the fury and terror and stubborn defiance in her body behind it.

and I was carefully wrapping the little stones Chen had gathered on the hike. I couldn’t bring myself to rush. Every zipper zipped felt like a door quietly closing. With bags by the door and checkout looming, we took one last slow stroll around the resort grounds. The thermal steam curled from vents like breath from the earth itself, warm and faintly sulfurous. Chen held both our hands and skipped between us. At the little bridge overlooking the stream that ran hot from the mineral springs, Dante stopped and pulled something from his pocket, a flat gray stone with a jagged line running through the center, like a scar.

He thought for a long time. Benjamin suddenly became good-spirited, and he said, “Mr. Quinn, I suddenly remember something. There will be a large batch of stocks arriving in the rough stone workshop today, and our lunch also ends now. Why don’t we go there and take a look?” Rough stone workshop was one of the places where Stellar Jewelers purchased the raw materials from. Every month, they would purchase a large amount of rough stone from that place so that they could process and manufacture before they sold stones as the finished products.