Stone Cold Novels & Stories

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.

The air grew colder. In a small, rocky clearing, we found it. A circle of seven standing stones, no taller than my waist, covered in thick moss and ivy. They looked utterly mundane, forgotten. But in the center of the circle, the moss was grey and dead. And from that dead patch, a thin, silver mist was rising, smelling exactly as Maia described: like a frozen lightning bolt and moonlight on a tomb.

Horace said before throwing a bite of ham into his mouth, only to pause mid chew the moment June opened her mouth. "These dancers, are they stones?" She asked coldly, shrewdly. "What?" The salt and peppered haired man, Alpha Julian could not believe his ears. To him, that question reflected retardedness. Coming from a Luna? Oh no. She held Horace's gaze, "Are. they. stones?" She asked slowly, insulting. "No, they're not." Glancing briefly at Jason beside her before continuing. He too looked shocked and confused. "So why do keep referring to them like they're inanimate objects? They're fellow wolves aren't they?"

Asher said with a frown, "He's damn near immortal, we can't kill him," "We don't have to," Leon said putting his hands into his pockets and pulling out the crystal ice stones he had collected from Rebecca "How did you get those?" Asher asked with a shocked expression. The ice stones were magical relics that froze and trapped a creature for a moment, forever to be frozen like a statue for all eternity. It was a relic passed down to the lestats

, he said. "Who are you? What did you do to my stone-hearted CEO?", I asked him. It was a reference to a magazine I read months back. "Your love was strong enough to melt my Stone heart", said Dane. "I love you, Dane. I will love to revive our vows", I said to him. "That is much better than your initial response", said Dane with a chuckle. "Stop embarrassing me", I said rolling my eyes. I feel so much dumb. "Let us do this then Mrs Wellington", said Dane.

He turned to his family, nodding in excitement, then turned back to Kolten, prepared to take the offer. However, what Kolten said next came as a surprise to them. "Mr. Stone, there are some hidden terms to this agreement that I need to make clear. The truth is, the Stone family is not eligible for a membership to the Drunham City Connoisseurs, according to its standards. However, Mr. Cole has gladly offered this opportunity, but only on one term that the person signing the agreement on behalf of the Stone family with the Connoisseurs can only be Ms. Celena Stone. This also means that Ms. Celena Stone will be the only eligible member as recognized by the Connoisseurs. Are you willing to accep

She looked at the stone that Rhys was holding thirty feet away. At the cold coming off it. “The stone recognises me,” she said. Not a question. “Yes,” I said. “As what,” she said. “As threat or as origin.” I looked at her. The stone had gone cold. Warning. That was how I had read it. But cold was not the same as threat. Cold was recognition of something significant. The stone had been warm for recognition of the companion relationship. It had gone cold for something different. Not threat. Origin.

I reached out and placed the tip of my finger against the nearest stone's surface, the specific, minimal contact of someone who wants to receive information through touch without committing to more contact than the information requires, and the cold of the stone arrived in my fingertip with a quality that I identified immediately as wrong in the specific way of wrong that means something is happening that physics does not account for. Stone holds the temperature of its environment, and the environment of this valley on this night was cold, and the stone should have been the temperature of the cold environment, and it was colder than the cold environment, which meant that the cold in the ston

"Fix it. Send someone here now." "Yes, sir. Right away." I hung up. The cold worked its way under my jacket, crawling along my spine. My hands shook once before I made them stop. Traffic noise scraped at my ears, each sound dragging something raw with it. I put both palms on the hood. The metal bit through the fabric of my gloves. Cold. Unforgiving. I hit it with my fist. Not hard enough to damage anything. Just to hear something solid. The sound bounced off the buildings and came back empty.

Carved into the cliff stood an enormous stone doorway. Half collapsed. Older than anything they had ever seen. No symbols. No decorations. Only one sentence carved deeply into the rock. ONLY TRUTH MAY ENTER. Savannah frowned. "What does that mean?" Before anyone answered... A deep grinding sound echoed through the valley. The stone doorway slowly opened by itself. Nobody had touched it. Cold air rolled from the darkness beyond. It carried the faint scent of cedar. Savannah's heart skipped. "Noah." She recognized it instantly.