The Philosopher's Stone Book Novels & Stories

She longed for his presence. Her eyes suddenly fell on that black book she saw the other day. The one about book of shadows, or something like that. She leaned forward and pulled it out of the rest books. The book was heavy and thick, with a thick black leather cover. She tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. "Strange",she whispered. The book wasn't locked or glued together. She could see it through the pages. There was a purple coloured stone at the front cover and she wondered if it was what held the book together.

I felt an urge to start browsing the library again and after looking at the many books, one stood out the most titled 'the celestial stone, ' I opened up the books and went and sat back on the bean bag chair flipping the first page and it was all about the introduction and who the celestial stone was I fliped the second page and it talked about how she's born every after five hundred years. I got immense in the knowledged and learnt a lot about myself. It turns out, I don't need to train in order to grow my powers but I just need to focus on the object I want and I would be good to go. I got so immersed in the book that I lost track of time until ---- "Victoria!" I heard someone calling my

Phil still accepted his parent's gift and hugged them, tired from the party Phil excused himself and made his way to his room. Entering his room, Phil found it strange since his bedroom window was wide open, the wind blowing through the curtains, he walked and closed the window and saw a strange package on top of his bed. A rectangular package covered by brown paper and red twine holding it, Phil furrowed his brows and checked his room to see if something was stolen but saw that nothing was touched. Curious Phil opened the package and in it was an old book. The book was bound by leather and it has an image of a compass, a crescent moon covering one side, and a Greek ship at the bottom, on th

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

he replied. No argument. No hesitation. Just focus. "Today," he said, reaching for a small stone on the table, "you don't wait for the gold to come to you." He placed the stone in my palm. "You bring it out." I frowned down at it. "That's not how it works." "That's how it has to work," he corrected. I curled my fingers around the stone. "And how do I do that?" "Stop thinking of it as something separate," he said. "It's not a weapon you pick up. It's part of you."

“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!"

But the man knelt before him and held the Bloodstone out, offering it back with a warm, easy smile. Aurelian stared at it. Then at him. “I don’t understand. Why would you give this to me?” “Because it was never meant for me to keep,” the man said simply. “Who are you?” Aurelian asked, taking the stone slowly, still searching his face for the catch. The man’s hand opened and a book appeared in his palm, materializing out of nothing, its cover worn like it had traveled through many hands before reaching this one. “If you want to know who I am,” he said, holding it out, “read this.”

Eventually, I ended up in the library. Stepping inside, my jaw dropped slightly at the sheer size of it. The towering shelves were packed with countless books. Their numbers were far more than I had expected from someone like my master. I was confident that I could find what I wanted. So I began my search. To my relief, I found something promising. A book titled “Ancient Relics And Mystical Stones”. Flipping the pages, I came across a page about the moonstone. Excitement coursed through my veins, and just as I was about to skim through it, I heard approaching footsteps. Quickly, I hid behind one of the shelves, grimacing when I smelled my master's scent.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

After examining the purple plaque, Severin turned his attention to the second halo floating nearby. It revealed a slightly yellowed book with a cover made of animal skin. The words written on it resembled little tadpoles. Those who glanced at it instantly knew of its extraordinary nature. As unassuming as the book seemed, no one dared to underestimate it. After all, items found within the abode were more likely than not to be extraordinary. The third halo contained a pill pulsating with vibrant life essence. The thumb-sized pill was rich in philosophy as well as the strong spiritual power of heaven and earth. That alone made it a superior-quality eighth-grade pill.