Stone Stone Books Novels & Stories

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA! 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – I’M HIS MATE, NOT HIS CHOICE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – REJECTED ONCE, TWICE CLAIMED 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – BONDED TO THE DANGEROUS ALPHA

Tsk, this man he's not just an idiot but a chicken too. "Then you won't find out about the legends of the five trait stones." Mnemosyne replied that now she raised an eyebrow at Uno. "What do you mean?" I gently question the three of them. "Because Avalon was the first person to be given trait stones by the gods." Hela replied that we were all really upset.

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – MY DRAGON MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – MY FAT MATE 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – MY POSSESSIVE MATE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – MY ABUSED MATE 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – MY ASSASSIN MATE 6.⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE

Deep purple, swirling script and tiny inlayed gemstones decorate all the available covers space. ‘Witches – The origin of a species.’ I recognise some of the gems, others look like they could have been stolen away from other worlds. A milky white, opaque stone, with black veins and a blue hue in the right light, stands out above the rest. I would recognise a moonstone anywhere. My thumb glides over it’s cool, polished surface and a shiver runs up my arm. The freaked out little boy inside me, yells at me to put the book down. I’m not about to argue. I place it on the table beside me and reach for the next.

She took the past and welded it to the present. She poured it all into the journal. The book glowed, not white, not silver, but deep gold. The light spread down her arm into the Speaking Stone. A crack appeared, not damage, but a seam of light, then another. Golden light spilt down the monolith like liquid sun. The light flowed across the ground, seeping into every standing stone in the valley. One by one, the grey stones glowed from inside, bathing the valley in warm, gentle gold that pushed back the bloody moonlight.

“Would you mind if I borrowed one of your books? I’d like to read more about these stones.” “Of course. Let me find a good one for you.” He moved to the bookshelf and ran his finger along the spines before pulling out a thick one bound in dark leather. “This one’s got the best compilation of stories and historical accounts I’ve come across. Some of it’s probably fiction, but there are enough consistent details across different sources to make you wonder.” I took the book from him and smiled. Maybe this was precisely what I needed to keep my mind occupied while Andrei was gone. “Thank you. I’ll bring it back when I come for the ring.”

I really want to go there. "In the book store?" I answer who looks like a question. Stone just nod before he walks and I follow him. Seconds passed by and I can finally smell the texture of the books with a twist of smell of coffee and wine. I excitedly go to fictional books erea. I scan the whole shelves until I saw a classic old book. My eyes shine as I look at the cover. "Wow!" I excitedly look at Stone. "This is the very first cover of this book!"

Names filled the circle like water, then like a wall. Silas’s attention never blinked. He had learned early how not to blink when someone else’s pain asked to be counted. “Enough anecdotes,” he said—pleasant as a church bell in a city that hates sermons. “Stone does not care for stories.” “Stone,” Maera said, finally lifting her eyes to him, “is stories that outlived their furniture.” Lucien’s hand moved from the ordinary floor to the groove’s blunt lip. The cut in the stone was old; his fingers found places where chisels had misstepped and been forgiven. The house seemed to lean closer with its rafters.

“That was a long time ago.” Jun studied her for a moment, then nodded, respecting her answer. “Alright. But let me brief you before the meeting. It starts in about an hour. The Stone Corporation has expanded a lot these past years. Their businesses now reach almost every industry……hotels, restaurants, construction firms, shipping, mining, even airlines. They also run food production, farming, and malls.” Kathalina slowly turned back, brows lifting. “I didn’t realize… they had so much.”

She flipped it open, but every page was a haunting, pristine white. On the back cover, a small, jagged stone was embedded in the leather. Driven by a sudden, magnetic curiosity, she touched it. A sharp sting pierced her finger. A drop of blood hit the stone. The book erupted in a blinding, ethereal light. Startled, Stella jerked back, clutching the glowing book to her chest. The old ladder creaked and gave way. As she tumbled backward, she felt the heavy bookshelf begin to tip with her.