The Philosopher's Stone Book Novels & Stories

"Have a restful night." Having bade, he continued out. I then turned my gaze in the direction of the safe. I walked over and unlocked it. I took the book I kept there and flipped through the pages again. Those pages were still blank. What was I expecting to find? The pages restored? I sighed, pondering for a bit. I knew who I needed to see, even though it was late at night. In a hidden compartment in a drawer on my table, I got a green crystal stone - the witches call it the Crossover stone. I went ahead to smash it on the floor.

There was a slight tension in his stone shoulders. "But," he said slowly. "An alumnus of the institution did write something on Enigmas." Hope flared in my chest. "Really?" "It's an old book, though. Very old." He spread his wings and launched himself into the air. It still made no sense. Stone shouldn't move like that. Stone shouldn't fly. But he did. He soared between the towering shelves. His claws scraped against wood as he searched. "Ha," he said from somewhere deep in the stacks. "It should be..."

“With the description you gave me, I found out what attacked you and Amber.” He brought out a book, opened a particular page and gave the book to me. I collected the book as my eyes scanned through the opened page. The book looks old, like an ancient book. Theodore is known to value old stuff. He's a great philosopher who loves researching, and creating new theories with old ones. “This is exactly the creature that attacked Amber and I,” I said in bewilderment as I stare at the coloured image in the old book. This particular one looks scary, huge, bigger than the one I killed.

“Now, now, now, let’s play the game.” Dropping the book as it places open onto the floor. The brilliant and distinct ruby red color picture of somewhat like a crystal is shown. A crystal you might think at first glance and might tell that it is one precious stone anyone would want to have for themselves, but in reality, and within the context and words of the book, it tells otherwise. For the thing that is much more important than anything in the world is that one precious stone, called. “The Philosopher’s 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.

Zavian I was very interested in the reason why they needed me to lug this heavy fucking book. I hadn’t touched this book in years. I haven’t needed to. I personally didn’t know any of the Meridian. So, needless to say, when Emerald asked me if I have a book with all their symbols within it piqued my interest. I could see why Emerald would be interested in it, but when she said that Devon and Nate asked her to ask me about the book, I found that weird. The fact that no one outside the magic community had even heard, so when she said that, I was intrigued.

Erebus gave a light sigh with a chuckle, "Cause I couldn't find anything about the stone." "Are you trying to psych me?" The Queen squinted her eyes dangerously. "Do I need to?" Erebus shrugged, "You want someone to know your secrets, no? And who better than me? A dead enemy?" "You do know me." The Queen had a long chuckle before she finally calm down and said, "I do know something about the stone." Erebus waited patiently. He didn't lie about not knowing anything about the stone. But he had a theory. "No one knows, or even has seen the stone, is because it changes its form." Like Phosis.

"Fine, sorry." The purple stone catches the light, glowing with a deep, inner fire. The silver chain is freezing, just like the book's clasp, but the pages themselves are starting to radiate a strange heat. It feels like the book is breathing. It is alive in a way that makes the hair on my arms stand up. Sombra pads over to me, her blue eyes fixed on the jewelry. "What is the plan?" "I think I have to touch them together." I take a shaky breath and lower the amethyst pendant onto the center of the blank page. The room goes dead silent. The air feels thick, like I am underwater. I can see dust floating in the sunlight, but the particles are not moving. Everything is frozen.

Should I start from before me or after my birth? I closed my eyes, letting the pulsing of the rune lead me, my fingers brushing on the dusty shelf as I moved. Suddenly the pulsing felt stronger than before as I stood in front of a shelf. Black Stone Coven. Robin had mentioned them. I grabbed the book, the weight almost crumbling in my hand. I didn't get to move far, I just settled by the shelf, opening the first page. It wasn’t what I needed, even when I didn’t know what I needed, that way I kept on reading hoping that I would find something, anything that would tell me more.

She took the past and welded it to the present. She poured it all into the journal. The book glowed, not white, not silver, but deep gold. The light spread down her arm into the Speaking Stone. A crack appeared, not damage, but a seam of light, then another. Golden light spilt down the monolith like liquid sun. The light flowed across the ground, seeping into every standing stone in the valley. One by one, the grey stones glowed from inside, bathing the valley in warm, gentle gold that pushed back the bloody moonlight.