Novel & Cerita The Rejected Stone Story Book

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.

“But I know that the stone isn’t just a parasite. It’s alive. It’s conscious. And it chose to bond with you when you revealed the truth. That means something. That means there’s power in honesty that your family has never understood.” She pulled back just far enough to look at him, and her violet eyes were burning with something that looked almost like electricity. “Tell me about the stone,” she commanded. “Everything. What it wants. What it needs. Why is it keeping me alive.” Julian’s voice came out raw. “It bonds with people who can love without deception. The parasite it feeds on authenticity. It’s been rejecting the Vane family for generations because we’ve been lying. Using manipulation

Damian The vast land stretched out before me like an irritable curse that, no matter what, you could never pull away from. Aaron sat quietly in my head, unusually silent for once. Just like me, he was already drained from everything that had happened so far, yet instinct kept dragging us forward whether we wanted it or not. My eyes swept across the countless stone cave tombs scattered throughout the land, but one immediately caught my attention. Unlike the others, its stones were polished carefully, designed with striking beauty and surrounded by shades of white and deep red flowers.

"And this part's shaped like a heart." It was, more or less, if you allowed for imagination doing most of the shaping. "Moons shouldn't stay on the ground," he informed me. "Will you keep it safe?" I slipped the stone into my coat pocket. "I'll guard it personally." He beamed and ran back toward the wall, mission complete. Kai had abandoned construction entirely and now stood atop the old tree stump near the corner, addressing his brothers with the gravity of someone presenting before a full council chamber.

He stares blankly ahead, “All these years, and it was her. But she wanted nothing to do with me. She hates me.” I chirp softly, pressing my feathers against his sleeve. “Don’t,” he says suddenly, almost pleading. “Don’t pity me.” “Oh shut up” I hoot. “I’m only doing this because of the ability I’ll be granted. Yes definitely because of that.” I flutter onto his desk, right beside the pink stone, and lower my wings until they brush against his hand. The glow of the stone flickers — then dims as a single tear slides from his chin and lands right on my feathers.

Micha nodded in understanding and we continued searching through thousands of ancient books. Then we saw it. Another book—this one titled: "WARS OF THE REALMS." We looked at each other, excited. But we braced ourselves, afraid it would be blank like the first. I opened it— And the book didn't open. The cover was iron mixed with wood, heavy and old. I tried again. Nothing. Micha suggested we burn it. Maybe melting the metal would open it. So we threw it in the fire. Nothing. Not a scratch.

Kora placed a dark stone in my hands. “It is moon onyx. It repels evil if it is genuine,” she said. “But if it glows in the shadows… it means someone has already entered your destiny with dark intentions.” The stone burned in my palm. A silver flash crossed its surface like a warning. Danger was near. The war would not only be extreme. It would also be what would happen alongside my son to finally achieve happiness. What we would become… when the eclipse arrived.

Is she deformed? I watched her until she vanished into the forest path toward the palace. Only then did I turn, sprinting through the trees, back towards the palace, taking a quicker path. When I reached my fortress— a towering stone palace carved into the mountain, I entered without pause. Through the great hall, past the flickering lights and cold marble walls, up into my chambers. I stood in the centre of my room, my chest heaving.

“It works! I wished for a wolf and it took Chanel’s. My wolf told me I wasn’t meant to have a wolf.” “No, no, baby. It’s never worked.” “It does! Why don’t you believe me?” He cupped my cheeks and pressed his lips against mine repeatedly. “You’re never going to repeat this story to anyone. The Obsidian Stone doesn’t work. I’m getting rid of it tonight.” “Rhoda wants it,” I whispered. “She can’t get it. If she asks about it tell her I don’t have it anymore.” I was torn. Did he believe me or not?

~Sophia Pov~ In the aftermath of the devastating fire, the moon stone pack found themselves in a state of turmoil. The investigation into the arson was ongoing, and the weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air. We had lost our headquarters, our sanctuary, and now we needed to rebuild not only the physical structure but also the trust and unity within our pack. Derick and I tirelessly worked to provide support and reassurance to our pack members. We held meetings to discuss plans for rebuilding, offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. It was a time of resilience and determination, a time for us to rally together and emerge stronger than ever.