Stone Heart Book Novels & Stories

Tristan, Retha's bashful mate, asked. June looked at him, opened her mouth but Jason beat her to it. "Yes, it was." "A Male rogue." June smirked. Horace chuckled, "Okay, this teenager's got spirit." He began, June glared. "But honey, everybody can't be alpha, everybody can't be normal. Some people lead the food chain while some are at the bottom of it. We have gold, diamond, ruby and we have stone. It's just how it is." A moment of silence could be heard as June eyed Horace, she despised the amused look in his eyes. "I'm not a teenager Horace."

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.

I whispered and he chuckled darkly. “Who are you again?” “Hanie Carter. Wife to Ethan Carter. CEO of the Carter enterprise. My husband is so loving to let me take over his company.” I muttered dotingly as we walked out of the room and he nodded in satisfaction. “Don't slip up. Emotions would only break you down and make it easy for you to be trampled on.” He reminded me and I flashed him a smile. “Stephanie Stone died in the elevator that day. Along with all her emotions. Hanie is manipulative. Dangerous. Seductive. We're not the same.” I said, getting into the car and he leaned down, a cunning look on his face.

I took a piece of sharp white chalk we used for marking paper reams and pressed it against the dark, cold stone to open Chapter 170: ​They believe that if they break your iron, seize your paper, and search your rooms, they have burned the story to ash. They do not realize that ash is not the end of the fire—it is simply what remains when everything soft has been burned away. You can confiscate a press, but you cannot search a mind; you can ban the paper, but the stone remains. Chapter 170 is written on what they cannot carry away. ​Julian slowly reached out and touched the broken iron lever, his face set in a hard, quiet line. Yusuf set his wooden block on the table, picking up a hand-carved

This is also how the Stones' got their names, once only called by their first names. The Stones' considered themselves as conquerors, the ones who came and attacked a village by night with the help of dragon-folks and tricking them after. Nightwing is said to still be in Desolation. As long as the stone is still whole, so will his heart be.) Feeling her eyes closing down, Catori made an indentation to mark where she finished reading, tuck the book under her pillow and went to bed. She had a pleasant dream that night of Rydstorm. Though she didn't know his name as yet.

"Femi, help with the children. We leave in ten minutes." I stood in the center of the white valley and felt the silence of the three doors. I had wanted to be ordinary. I had wanted to be free of the gift. But being ordinary meant being helpless against the Widow. It meant watching the man who loved me turn into a ledger of assets and liabilities. The stone on my chest, the one Adaeze had repaired, began to vibrate. It wasn't blue. It wasn't gold. It was black. A thin, dark smoke began to curl out of the crack in the moonstone. It smelled of wet earth and ancient things.

“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

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?”

The jet stone was considered a potent protector that protested against the powers of evil. All the black rays that were in her soul rose from her and the powers of jet stone cleansed her soul. The heaviness of her shoulders and chest had entirely disappeared, but the pressure on her still lingered on her. Baek Eun placed the book on the table and moved towards Hea. He asked TaeHwan to give him her hand. TaeHwan placed the palm of Hea into Baek Eun's hand and he grasped her ring finger. He made a slight cut on her ring finger and a gasp out of her mouth.

Its surface shimmered with every color imaginable, as if it contained the essence of a thousand sunsets and a million dawns. Intricate patterns swirled within the depths of the stone, shifting and changing as if alive. The Heartstone seemed to hum with a quiet, powerful energy, radiating warmth and a sense of ancient wisdom. It felt as though it was attuned to the very heartbeat of the earth itself, resonating with the natural world around it. "It holds the secrets of the artifact and the power to wield it," Victoria continued, her voice filled with reverence. "This stone is the key to unlocking the true potential of our legacy, and with it, you can protect all that we hold dear."