When Her Heart Turned To Stone 소설 & 이야기

My mate would never accept me as she was, I had no choice but to try and turn her the same way I had turned the child. My mind replayed the turning of the child as I drank deeply from my mate. The girl had been near death when I arrived, her heartbeat barely audible. The goddess has whispered to me in that moment to give the girl my blood. I listened closely to the sound of my mate’s beating heart, waiting for the moment it slowed, when she would be close enough to touch death. Her body went limp as her heart began to falter; all fight having been drained from her. I prayed that the magic to turn her resided in my blood and that I could turn her without divine intervention.

She held me up, hands steady where they gripped my arms. I nodded, pressing my palm against my chest where a familiar pressure was building. Not pain, but a tightening, as if something inside was calcifying. "It's happening again," she said, eyes fixed on the space between my collarbones where my shirt gaped open. I looked down. There, spreading across my sternum like frost on a window, was the grey stone. Not fully formed yet, but the patches were unmistakable. Dead, matte, creeping outward from my heart with the patience of something that had all the time in the world.

I hung onto it, just trying to breathe. The Moon Goddess’s voice wasn’t a memory. It was right there, in my ear, clear as day. "Piece by piece, your heart will turn to stone…" Oh, god. This was a piece. Right now. Turning hard and cold inside me. I wasn’t just running out of time. I could feel the time running out, like sand in an hourglass made of my own bones.

Even though her elder sister finally did, it was too late. The pain in her heart will never disappear, for the scars in there will never be healed. It will forever bleed. Not to mention that her mind has already turned into a poor state because she was alone in her previous world. No one came to comfort her. There was no one to protect her, defend her. Nor was there anyone who was even kind to her. She had never received warmth. All it was was coldness. Even when her elder sister finally defended her while they were escaping, the small warmth from it was never enough to dispel the coldness that has long permeated inside her heart, turning it into a stone.

Her violet eyes were infinitely deep, holding the quiet, eternal peace of the earth. "The room is ready, Mommy," Maya whispered, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from my forehead. "The Stone Sister has made it very warm." Killian walked to the center of the cavern and gently, painstakingly lowered me onto the bed of quartz. The moment my back touched the stone, the pain in my chest instantly vanished. The heavy, agonizing friction of my crystallizing heart smoothed out, perfectly supported by the ambient resonance of the deep crust. The quartz contoured to my spine, holding me like a cradle.

She stepped into the cold, hard space of his shadow and wrapped her arms around the stone of his chest. She pressed her ear to where his heart used to be. She didn't hear a beat. She heard the click-click-click of the clockwork heart. "I know you're in there," she sobbed, her hands sliding over the smooth obsidian of his back. "I can feel the friction, Jinyan. I can feel the man who burned the world for me. You can't hide in the stone. I won't let you."

“Mia.” Her hand paused against the frame. “The child,” he said quietly. “The one you lost.” Everything inside her went still. She could not turn around. Her fingers tightened against the cold stone. “That night by the window,” Zyren continued carefully, “when the glass cracked beneath your hand… the stone reacted to your grief.” She shut her eyes. “It recognised it,” he said. “Before you even knew the heartstone existed.” The room felt unbearably quiet. “The heartstone remembers every soul it has ever touched,” he said softly. “It has carried your grief since the moment it found you.” A small pause. “It has not forgotten her.”

That was a close call, she was mad at me then, but she forgave me, I loved her for that, she have a big heart, she didn't mind forgiving me for what happened. I pushed my luck too hard, I showed my aura way too much, and I messed things with her, finally, I was pushed away, from her sight, from her dreams. She read the books about us lords, it's when I knew I've lost her, she wouldn't allow me to tell her that the king have given us a chance, she thinks I don't love her, she told her parents that I'm hunting her. I left, I knew I had to leave then, the protection they placed over her, there's no chance for me to reach her anymore, she doesn't want me, she rejected me.

She needed proof, irrefutable evidence that could bring Harding crashing down. She crept along the hull of the yacht, her fingers searching for a vantage point, a crack in the facade. She found a small opening near a porthole, just large enough to peek through. Okay, I can definitely help you continue Chapter 37 of "Heart of Stone." I'll focus on thrills, villains, and conflict, and make sure it's at least 1290 words long. Here we go!

It was because there had been even the slightest chance that the child was mine. She wanted to clear every single obstacle standing between her and Zachary. She was disgusted by my very existence. She hated my soul and thought of me as nothing more than trash that had to be taken out. Even my bloodline was something she had to purge, to keep herself "clean." It was absurd. It was despairing. Both feelings tangled together in my mind and dragged me down like heavy water. Zachary was approaching Yvonne with a bouquet of beautiful roses in his hand. The ice-cold fury on her face melted instantly. She became a tearful woman in love, touched by her lover's surprise.