Stone Warna 소설 & 이야기

"You're a terrible liar." I put my hands on my hips. "And how, exactly, is some little trinket going to keep me here?" I studied the collar. It was actually quite pretty. Several smooth bluish-green stones were placed equal-distance around the black leather strap. Each stone was surrounded with swirls of silver and mounted into the collar. "The collar is embedded with Moonstone and a silver additive, making it impossible for you to shift. You also won't have the increased strength of your Wolf nature." He stated all of those things as if they weren't devastating to me.

I point to each pack to explain further… “Blood Stone – Black Red River - Red Moon Peak - Yellow Silver Dawn - Light Grey Blue Rock – Blue!” Everyone is dressed in black sportswear, only the coloured chest vests, and two battle stripes on each cheek, representing their Pack. They look amazing, and I feel proud of all these men and women, even if they are not from my own pack.

I found out the true reason for my birth after I left my biological father. I am a werewolf, an alpha with great PHEROMONES and powers. I was four feet tall back then, the real origin colour of my hair is black. It is pretty long to my waist and my eyes are not blue but bright green. I am a white wolf who ran at a great speed faster than other wolves. The wolf stone is a golden diamond filled with the powers of the world. The moon goddess created it and brought it to the earth so the wolves could use it for the betterment of the world and save themselves from any attacks.

The little girl said, and I smiled at her, “Wonderful. You are so smart.” I told her and she smiled at me before she curtsied, and I ruffled up her hair.“Adrian, can you name the sacred stones of each pack?” I asked him and he eagerly nodded at me. “We have the sapphire stone, house Gartreides the amethyst, house Valaires the diamond, and house Alcaires has the jade.” He said and I smiled at him. “Well done.” I proudly told Adrian and he smiled at me.

he stared at her, his grey eyes sparkling with bullishness. Mystique beamed a little, she couldn't remember the last time a guy found her attractive to ask him out. One dinner wouldn't hurt anyone. Mystique shrugged with her shoulder, she held her hand out and was about to take hold of the phone when an arm suddenly enwreathed around her tiny waist, pulling her backward, preventing her from taking the phone. Mystique's mouth parted slightly in shock as she turned her head to find Damien with a noxious look. Mystique gulped at sight as she found the other man extremely sexy with that look. Damien Martinez turned his attention to the main target who could no longer find his voice. Damien bore

It's been twenty hours, thirty six minutes and five seconds since the headmaster asked me about our district's stone. The Trait Stone . According to the legends, that stone is what empowers the citizens of a district. That's why if you're parents are from district 3 then you must be born on that district as well. And if you don't then there will be complications. Our ancestors said that the stone will grant you a trait the moment you're born. That's why we're born to have traits.

With my approval, she went on, “We’ll have plenty of moonstones, black tourmaline, moss agates, rose quartz, and citrine in various places. All out of the reach of little hands, of course.” I was about to ask what the stones represented, but her hand went up, stopping me. “Before you ask,” she said with a gleam in her eye. “You’ll have to research them and tell me why I chose them.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m the first Luna in wolf history to have homework.” Her laughter tinkled throughout the room. She patted my cheek. “Poor baby. For the second assignment, you can tell me what enchantments we’re going to do, and why.”

The world shifted: shadows lengthened and withdrew as if bowing, small birds rose in a furious cloud, and the stones underfoot hummed. Barbie flew ahead and called back, her voice sharp. “There—by the water. The ward stones. She’s awake enough to stir the ground, but not loose.” She pointed with a glittering hand. In the shallow basin, ancient standing stones had been newly disturbed, faint glyphs burning with a color I’d never seen in my lifetime—cold violet, like bruises made visible.

She could tell that Willow was amazed to see the stones again. “Where the hell did you find these?” Willow asked as she looked at the stones. “Let’s just say I have a friend who happened to have a small amount of the stones. When I asked about them, he offered to sell them to me. Cost me a lot less than you would expect.” Majesta said and loved the look on the woman’s face. Willow picked up a stone and smiled at the warmth coming from the stone; it was how you could tell it was the real thing. The stones were warm, like they had been lying in the sun. Black as night with a slight dusting of gold, they shone in the sun.

Some are small-sized, plumpy, dainty-looking pillows. Stones of different radiating colors added to the appeal of this beautiful jewelry store, just like the first one we'd gone to. Her brand name—CW—italicized in loose, intertwining, beautiful, and flowery calligraphy, was a telltale of the romance behind her brand. I reached where they both stood—an aisle that displayed ruby stones that reminded me of confidence mixed with quiet elegance. This Kevin guy wouldn't take his eyes off of me, causing me to look away and act oblivious. I was done with men; I didn't need more to ruin my life further.