When Her Heart Turned To Stone Novels & Stories

The metal felt warm. Alive. She met Ares’s gaze one last time. His eyes burned gold. Then she pressed the blade to her palm. Pain flared bright and sharp. Blood welled instantly… dark red… shimmering faintly as it spilled. The moment it touched the stone… The world stopped. The altar drank. Not slowly. Not politely. The stone beneath her feet glowed blinding white as her blood vanished into it, veins of light racing through the carvings like lightning trapped in rock.

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.

Especially the ones which left you a trauma? Even though the life that she experienced in her previous world was bad as she suffered a lot, it only made her feel gloomy and unhappy. But what about this world? Not only was it extremely bad, but it entirely changed her! It was worse than her previous world, not her personality has greatly changed. Her heart that turned into a stone became diamond (hardest). There was never kindness that was left in her bones. It was all replaced by cruelty, viciousness, as well as malice.

The sensation of a heart turning to stone is not a sudden numbness. It is a slow, rhythmic agony of friction. Every time my left ventricle contracted to pump blood through my body, I felt the microscopic grind of quartz crystals forming along the myocardial wall. Silas was right about the biology of the Palace. The Elder resonance was too dense for a mature human vascular system. To channel the power of a god, you had to become the altar.

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."

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.

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.