Stone Monster Novels & Stories

Amber said and touch her head with a sharp pain. "We shouldn't touch carelessly" She spoke but nothing is going through Nora... she ran to the stone breaking her hand free... "wow!" she exclaimed as she saw the stone in near... "It's beautiful," she said and slightly grazed it. the large stone blow it shook suddenly and a monster got up. The magical stone is on its back below its neck. it has the head of a gnome..legs of a troll and the hands of a goblin and the middle part look like a kobald

It was something Catherine had developed after studying the molecular structure of the runic stones in the Arctic. "Frequency set to 18,000 Hertz," Catherine announced. "Calculating material density... Limestone. Granite. Marble. Locking on." Outside, the swarm of stone monsters descended. They were hideous things—horned devils, beak-nosed chimeras, lions with human faces. Their eyes glowed with the same sickly green light that Jack had seen in the cloned Cain’s laboratory. Magic animated them, forcing cold stone to mimic muscle and sinew.

She’s trouble, always dragging him into fights, but he’s hooked. A growl cuts through the alley, and my vision sharpens. Two of Damon’s wolves step into the light, their eyes yellow, teeth bared. “The kid’s got the stone,” one snarls, pointing at Jerry. “Hand it over, pup.” My heart freezes. The bloodstone. Damon’s obsessed, thinking Jerry stole it from the alley. Jerry only found this shard later, hidden in the chaos. “I don’t have what you want,” Jerry lies, stepping in front of Sasha. His voice shakes, but his claws are out, glinting.

The entire Black Stone city was destroyed, with the rubble from the destroyed buildings used to recreate the bodies of the Stone Mice. Saxon compressed the flames upon his blade that became ten meters long and half a meter wide. He called forth his Draconic Cobra King remnant spirit. It roared to the sky and wrapped its body around the Stone Mice elder. The grip was too strong for the mice to break free. It screamed and struggled as the rocks on its body cracked and fell off.

"Place your hands on the Stone." Two guards forced Aria toward the monolith. The Dragon-Stone didn't just look hot; it vibrated with a low, humming frequency that made the air around it shimmer. It was an ancient relic that reacted to draconic blood. To a "weak" wolf, it was supposed to feel like putting one’s hands into a furnace. "Do it," Silas commanded from his throne. Aria looked at him one last time, searching for a flicker of humanity. She found nothing but the Butcher King.

For instance, Hermione exclaimed, “He’s not a human. What is he?” Phaseless shouted angrily, “Is this the time to talk about this now? Hurry up, let’s move together and kill this stupid hulk.” Everyone looked at the behemoth that had blasted the male puppet away. It was indeed a stupid hulk. It was ten-meter-tall and was covered with rocks. This was a... Stone man. Alex’s eyes widened as he had never seen such a thing before. He had gained knowledge for the first time in his life. “Oh gosh, what is this?! How can there be such a thing?!” Mask exclaimed.

Driven by curiosity, I stuck my index finger to the stone. Surprisingly, the stone suddenly lit up. It released a blinding light the same color as my eyes. My eyes widened as suddenly the stone had images. The images are human like but the heads are of animals. Their eyes are similar to those of the monsters that the Malemyns fight against. What are those people?!

I was broken out of my trance as a line started to form in the middle of the wolf's face, splitting right down the middle and spreading throughout his entire body, branching off and creating more cracks and holes in the once solid concrete. I stumbled back in surprise, "Liza!" I shouted for the raven-haired Latino, my eyes not once leaving the statue that seemed to be crumbling away. My heart sang its nervousness as it waited for something. What? I had no idea. "I'm over here!" Liza shouted back from a few rows away, her body out of sight. "I'm coming." My breathing hitched in my throat as I viewed the chestnut brown fur that sprouted from the leg that had cement crumbling away from it.

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********