Novel & Cerita Tamamo No Mae Stone

“I can't do my shopping here, I have to do it in Dubai city.” I spoke to Demola. “my Diamond.” I spoke excitedly. “You mean, I’m not your gold? Why Diamond?” Demola asked in curiosity. “Well, I love diamond rings and diamond is a precious jewel and goes with your name. Diamond, I believe means, not comparable. It is a gemstone that sparkles. And you, my love, is my Diamond. Happy now?” he started humming: do re mi fa so la ti do; do ti fa so la mi re do. Shaking his head and enjoying his music. Then I knew he approved my calling him Diamond. When he was done singing, I was watching in amusement.

Gemma said from behind my back. I reached back, gently squeezing her arm. Troy stepped over Romero, his eyes still firmly planted on the map. "What is he after?" "A stone," Romero said weakly, his eyes beginning to flutter, "a moonstone. He needs it for—for—" he let out a long, choked breath, struggling to breath. Troy looked down, crouching, his face only a mere foot from Romero's. "What does this have to do with Maeve?" Troy growled, the map clutched in one hand.

We walk back to the house. There is a small stairway on the other side of a large, empty room. We descend into a room where a pool resides. There are no windows, but stones in the wall seem to glow. I approach one, my fingers gently glide over it. The stone flickers. I hear music. The stones seem to be humming. All the stones flicker one by one, playing a melody that seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place. “Now they are going to show off for you,” Taran says with amusement.

The sound echoed through the marble hall, blending with the hum of cameras snapping pictures. Amelia Stone smiled warmly as she stepped in, her elegant heels clicking against the floor. She accepted a bouquet of red roses from one of the assistants. “Thank you, everyone. You’ve all done great while we were away,” she said, her voice carrying the confidence of a woman who had just conquered chaos. Damien Blackwood followed beside her tall, composed, and impeccably dressed but his expression was pure tense. He gave a curt nod to the crowd. “Alright, that’s enough cheering. Back to work.”

She was concentrated, her brow furrowed. "Aelia, what are you doing?" I asked softly, her elemental resonance filling the air. "The stone is singing, Mama," she replied, holding out a large, unremarkable rock. The rock was vibrating, pulsating with a soft, green inner light. "It is hungry, but no one listens to it."

"Marc is attempting something forbidden." At the top of the staircase, we encountered another sealed entrance. This one required no blood—merely my touch caused the stone to slide silently aside, revealing a small antechamber adjacent to the main Sacred Stone chamber. Through a narrow archway, I could see the massive stone itself—a towering monolith of obsidian shot through with veins of silver and blue. And before it stood Marc Stone.

Thousands of stone figures lay beneath the surface, their hands raised toward the city above. The tide reached us through the lower gates, the guard said. It turned our people to stone before the seal held. Kiyomi stepped to the canal. Hayate caught her hand. She looked down at his fingers around hers, then let him keep holding on. One stone face beneath the water looked like Grandmother. I moved closer. The resemblance sharpened. Same nose. Same firm mouth. Same amber earrings. My knees weakened. That is her. The guard followed my gaze. That is Queen Amara.

“I promised to discharge him from the army. I did. But a boy with your blood is too valuable to leave in the slums. He is in the palace dungeons, Isolde. He will stay there to make sure you keep your end of the bargain.” I screamed in rage and lunged at him. I wanted to scratch his eyes out. I wanted to tear the stone from his face. But as I got close, the door burst open. Lady Morgana stood there. She was beautiful, but her eyes were full of venom. She held a small, glowing stone in her hand, a Truth-Seeker. "Your Majesty!" she cried, pointing the stone at me. The stone turned a bright, angry red. "I knew it! This girl is not Isadora. The stone never lies. She is a spy!"

Claire pleaded, a soft whimper coming from her lips. "Silence, you ill-mannered bitch." He barked, his alpha command making her submit instantly. "Now, I want you to hold this stone and push your magic into it," Carter said, picking up a small, white stone. He walked over and placed it in my hand. It felt strange, almost as if it carried some sort of magic within itself. "It is a moonstone, one I stole from Gardenia a few years ago after I worked with a few hunters and a Fae called Dela." I looked up at him, my mind not able to process what the hell he was saying.

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”