Stoneheart Miraculous Novels & Stories

"She needs to believe that Kaelric doesn't want her. That he never did. That the mark was all he cared about." Chase frowned. "She won't believe that, she loves him." "Everyone has a breaking point." Morgan reached into her cloak and pulled out a small object, a stone, dark and smooth with faint light. "This will help." "What is it?" "A voice stone. It is rare and powerful." She held it out to him. "You speak into it, and it records your voice perfectly. Then, with the right magic, it can project that voice anywhere. Make it sound like someone else is speaking."

“Wow... This is news to me... I haven’t known this before... So, you mean we have to give our three drops of blood to our men when they’ve grabbed and taken away our virginities, purities, as well as originalities, don’t you?” “Quite right... Exactly... That’s the hidden truth which has just been figured and found out by My Princess Sumico. You know, the gigantic stone on our sacred hill has been there since long and long time ago. Some parts of the engraved pictures have been covered as well as hidden away by the rain, wind, heat, dust and dirt. My Princess Sumico have got her superbly sharp as well as terrifically attentive eyes so that she can look through those hidden parts on the gigant

“Place your right hand flat upon the sacred stone. State your loyalty to King Dominic and the realm. If your heart is pure, the stone shall remain white. If you harbor deceit, your life is forfeit.” I looked back one last time. Dominic was standing at the edge of the crowd, his face a pale mask of absolute horror. His chest was heaving, his dark shadow-magic leaking from his skin in frantic, smoky wisps. He was ready to watch me die. I took a deep, steady breath. I lifted my right hand, my fingers hovering over the pulsating crystal. Forgive me,I thought, and slammed my palm flat against the smooth, freezing surface of the Moonstone.

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

The Great Stone was a massive slab of white quartz that sat at the highest point of the Citadel’s inner sanctum. It was the place where Alphas were crowned, where mates were bonded, and where, five years ago, Kael had shattered the world with a single sentence of rejection. Tonight, the stone looked like an altar under the bruised, purple sky.

explained Professor Boyle. “Indeed. In fact, it was a few years ago when my father told us to locate a holy stone. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to get any news about it for years… That is, until I found out that the Morningstars had a lot of holy stones hidden. Sadly, no matter how much I was willing to pay, they refused to give any to us!” added Fayvel as he shook his head. By this point, even he was behaving respectfully toward Gerald. “I’m honestly glad they didn’t. After all, while it’s true that the formation’s effect would double with the aid of holy stones, using a holy stone on an incomplete formation would kill you in seconds!” replied Gerald.

Lily stands behind her mate, a frowning but curious look on her face. I sit back on my heels. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and exhale a few times until I’m calm, thanks to the few times I trained with Zayne, it’s easier for me to get there. The Abbot approaches me, and in his hands, he holds a weird rock that emits a faint glow. “This is a moon stoned. It holds the power of the moon, one of the few blessed artifacts from the goddess herself. We have been charged with keeping it safe” he passes the rock to me; I accept it with both hands after a moment of hesitation.

“We don’t know what it can do.” I nodded, reaching out cautiously. My fingers brushed against the stone, and a surge of energy shot through me, making my body tense. “Lola!” Sarah called, worry evident in her voice. “I’m fine,” I said, pulling my hand back. “But this thing is powerful. We need to get it out of here.” Aaron grabbed a cloth from his pack, wrapping it around the Heartstone before lifting it off the pedestal. The moment he did, the ground beneath us began to shake.

It was a stone, smooth and black, with faint red veins running through it. Sasha recoiled the moment her eyes landed on it. “That’s part of the altar.” Alex nodded. “It’s still radiating energy. We think it’s a fragment of whatever Ronan was trying to unleash.” Ethan snatched the stone from Marcus, his eyes narrowing. “Then we destroy it.” “We tried,” Marcus said grimly. “Nothing works. Fire, claws, even explosives. It’s indestructible.” The stone pulsed faintly in Ethan’s hand, and Sasha felt a jolt of recognition. It was calling to her, whispering in a language she didn’t understand but felt deep in her soul. She backed away, shaking her head. “Get it away from me.”