Stone Titan Novels & Stories

Nomo whispered. (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia felt the stone move. It wasn't just a physical shift; it was a psychic awakening. The marble of the altar cracked, a vein of pure, crystalline white light erupting from the center. The heat was incredible, a searing, cleansing fire that burned away the cold of the drainage tunnels and the stain of Zilo’s brand. She reached into the crack, her fingers closing around a smooth, pulsating object that felt like it was made of frozen starlight. The Heartstone. It was smaller than she expected, no bigger than a grapefruit, but it held the weight of an entire dimension.

The world didn't end with a whimper; it began with a scream of tortured metal. The Titan-Class Extraction Drill was a monstrosity of Southern engineering—a towering, spiral-threaded spire of black iron and reinforced diamond-grit that stood over sixty feet tall. It didn't just crawl; it bored into the permafrost on massive hydraulic treads, leaving a wake of pulverized stone and shattered ice. As its tip made contact with the outer quartz shield of the First City, the sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the wolves in the trenches howl in agony.

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Ms. Vanderbilt, Jade Mountain Co. is facing a shortage of rare rough stones. We can’t purchase rough stones like aquamarine, tanzanite, golden emerald, black opal, and topaz from them.” Maisie closed the list and looked up. “Aquamarine and golden emerald, we can order those from Millennial Gemstone Inc., the price that they can offer is more or less similar to Jade Mountain Co. As for the black opal and tanzanite, only Taylor Jewelry has them.”

It surely wasn’t a diamond. “This is musgravite, one of the rarest stones in the world. And I especially got this made for you. A rare stone for my rare and beautiful woman,” he smiled looking down at the ring and pulling it out of the box. And before I could pull my hand back, he held it and pulled up. I snapped my eyes shut and cursed inwardly. I didn’t really have to look at his face. I had already anticipated his reaction.

Though he couldn’t hear a living being in miles radius. The mortification of feeling the vibration of his voice made her squirm. “Let go, Sire! I don’t like it!” She whisper-yelled but he just smirked with his one hand on her ass and the other patting her thigh. “The walls and flooring is made of Silver Stone,” She stilled at once. “It slowly depletes Beasts of strength when they come in contact with it often, the effect on humans may be faster.” Laylin bit her lip.

The alpha pulls out a smooth black stone. I blink as I stare up at it. We’ve known of its existence for a long time, of course. This stone is the source of Quinton’s power, the way he created the three of us. But I’ve never actually seen it. It’s smooth on all sides, slightly oblong, and a deep ebony color that seems to swallow the little bit of light that filters down from the moon and stars overhead.

As the team approached the pedestal, the air thickened with anticipation. The Shadowstone, radiant with an ethereal glow, seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. Its dark surface, polished to a glassy sheen, reflected the faintest hint of their determined faces. Rylan's hand closed around the Shadowstone, feeling its power course through him like a river of fire. The artifact's energy resonated with his own, amplifying his strength and resolve. Its smooth surface warmed to his touch, as if alive.

Jace shouted, his tactical rifle barking as he fired at a mercenary attempting to drop into the room. Just as the mercenaries were preparing for a final, decisive push, a sound like a low-frequency earthquake rumbled through the station. The walls didn't just shake; they groaned under a massive, external pressure. Suddenly, the east wall of the station—reinforced obsidian and steel—shattered inward in a spectacular explosion of dust and debris. A massive, matte-black armored vehicle—The Titan—smashed through the wreckage, its six wheels crushing the mercenaries’ barricades as if they were made of glass.