Stone Stone Books Novels & Stories

This stone was new. A simple piece. No soul. No prophecy. No hidden purpose. Just amethyst. Ignisvath stood beside her. “Tomorrow?” “Maybe.” “And if you never open it?” Emmy smiled. “Then someone else might.” “And if nobody does?” “Then it stays closed.” He nodded. Simple. The throne was gone. The ash remained. The amethyst caught the last light of evening. Emmy looked at Ignisvath. Then at her home. Her mother.

I liked to pick up unusual little stones when I walked, and he'd collect the most beautiful gems for me. But now, he gave all his attention to Seraphina. Looking at those gems, now worthless to me, I tossed them out. Then, I got ready to go before the elders and formally state my intention to leave. As I passed the pack square, a few young werewolves were gathered around the "Echo Stone"—the Blackrock pack's version of social media, a special stone that could record and play images. "Look, Seraphina posted a new image!" a girl shouted excitedly.

“I’m sure it’ll fit right in, next to your hobbit ring, rabbit’s foot and twenty sets of lipsticks.” Lizzy stuck her tongue out and turned back to the bed. “I brought you some magazines and a book to read. I found them in my bedside drawer.” She pulled them out from behind her seat and laid them on the bed. Johnny’s sly grin should’ve warned him. Slater glanced down and recoiled. Cosmopolitan and Vogue slid aside to reveal a book cover of a shirtless man—in a loincloth—clutching a woman in a torn dress on a beach. His long hair blew in the wind as he gazed into her doe-like eyes.

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It had a drawing of a black stone, the same one I'd seen with Knox some time ago. Knox hurriedly walked towards me, lowering his face to the book in my hand. He instinctively took it out from my hands and walked towards the reading chair just a few meters away. I followed behind him until he let it down on the reading table. He hastily dipped his hand into his pocket, and he then brought out a black stone. He let it down beside the open page. He was reluctant to leave the stone on the table. He first looked at me, and then at the stone. I get what he meant, the bad energy or whatever which his friend had told him about.

Holden explained. I nodded, processing his words. "Do you know what happens with the stones?" Holden shrugged. "Many of those stones are sold to wealthy humans. The detailed transactions are only known to Alpha Rainier. The only part known is the general profit the pack makes. It is publicly announced once a year."

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.

"Oh? Which company?" "Gold Stone." Jordan suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Mr. Cohen, you’re truly not an ordinary person. You’ve taken down one of the top advertising companies in the city. I know about the company and even had a small cooperation with them before. Now that Gold Stone’s yours, we must continue to cooperate! No...we must have a full partnership! Mr. Cohen, let me make a statement first. In the future, if our corporation has any business that Gold Stone can do, we promise not to look for another company!”

"Have a restful night." Having bade, he continued out. I then turned my gaze in the direction of the safe. I walked over and unlocked it. I took the book I kept there and flipped through the pages again. Those pages were still blank. What was I expecting to find? The pages restored? I sighed, pondering for a bit. I knew who I needed to see, even though it was late at night. In a hidden compartment in a drawer on my table, I got a green crystal stone - the witches call it the Crossover stone. I went ahead to smash it on the floor.

These were the same symbols on the stone! Without caution, I opened the chest. It was dusty and I couldn't help but cough. Inside, were a couple of leather-bound books. There was a writing on the first one. It was a language I didn't recognize. Yet, on it were two words that brought hope to me: 'Obsidian Wolves.' My heart hammered in my chest as I picked it up. I was going to find my answers in this book. As I tried to open the book, a booming voice echoed through the library. "What do you think you're doing?"