The Philosopher's Stone Book Novels & Stories

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

Questioning the alpha friend of his, alpha Hercules approached the table as his friend opened the cover of the old book it was big and thick. The papers have turned yellowish. It seemed it have not been opened for years until now, "This book was in my library, it was my grandfather's. He was liked stones, and so he loved collecting information about them. I am sure that Rex Stone... Whatever it is, we may find some kind of info about it in this book. Grandpa has entered details for about two and half lakhs of various stones. I am just hoping that we get some clue about that stone too." It sounded reasonable.

The stone truly was beautiful, though I didn't know what it was used for, but I didn't want to part with me, deep down, I wanted to have the stone always with me. I walked back to my room, my feet padding across the floor of the room and I put my rock back carefully into the drawer. It was a gift from a water fae and I cherished it. I wondered if I would ever get to see Solas again. The pages of the book called to me and I once again settled into my spot on the bed and began reading.

When Elara’s family fell into debt, she signed a paper believing it would save them — never knowing she was signing her freedom away. Kaelen Rourke, the coldest and most powerful man in the city, bought her without hesitation. He married her not for love, but as an arrangement — a wife to show the world, and a servant to keep his house. From the first day, he made it clear: she was purchased, not chosen. He gave her orders instead of kindness, called her a transaction instead of a partner, and kept her at a distance as if she were something to be hidden. Yet beneath his harsh words and icy silence, Elara sees something else — a man who guards his heart like a fortress, afraid that letting

But as he moved deeper, he saw something that made him stop. In the middle of the sea of dust and rubble, there was one clean area. A large stone table stood in the center of the room, its smooth surface free from sand, as though it had just been wiped. And on that table lay an object. A book. Rayden’s heartbeat quickened slightly. He approached slowly, his hand unconsciously drifting toward the hilt of the Frozen Moon Sword. The book was open in the middle, as if its reader had only just left it behind. It was not an ancient technique scroll. It was not a forbidden scripture.

Like amethyst stones lit from within. "I... yes," I managed. "The librarian locks it at eight." A slight smile curved his lips. "How fortunate that I have special permission, then." He returned his attention to the book, effectively dismissing me. I should have left. Gone back to studying and pretended this weird encounter never happened. Instead, I moved closer. "What are you reading?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "Ancient bloodlines and their manifestations in modern descendants." He turned a page carefully, as if the book might crumble at rough treatment. "Fascinating stuff, really. Most people think supernatural lineages died out centuries ago, but the truth is far m