When Her Heart Turned To Stone Novels & Stories

I asked, half expecting her to bolt. She lifted her chin, defiant. “No. I don’t care what you are. My mind’s fixed.” A sharp laugh escaped me before I could stop it. There it was again, that iron in her voice. And beneath her collarbone, her chest. I could see the faint, pulsing glow of my Crimson Stone. It was real. It was in her. “Even if I’m not human?” I stepped closer, and she instinctively moved back, bumping into the bookshelf behind her.

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.

"Don't let this weigh you down, Lola. If my heart were truly resolute in choosing Bradley, I wouldn't have changed my mind so easily, even with you driving a wedge between us. The only reason I changed my choice was that my love for him was not yet firm enough. "I remember when I was still Rosalie Stone. I loved a particular line from one of the scriptures. 'I would willingly transform into a stone bridge, enduring 500 years of wind, rain, and the scorching sun, just for the chance that you might walk across me in your next lifetime.'

“It’s more like… loud.” “The stone?” I glanced sideways at her. She paused before answering. “It doesn’t speak in words.” She sighed. “More in… feelings. Pushes. Like when you stand at the edge of a fire front and you feel which way the air is moving before you actually see anything. Right now it feels that we’re getting closer to what once belonged to it. It’s glad. And afraid.” “Your stone is afraid?” I arched a brow. “That’s a new level.”

"Tell me, what will it take for you to reciprocate my affections?" His words hung in the air, and I found myself torn between being honest and sparing his feelings. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to respond. "I will await the Shadowboom Unveiling to make my decision," I said softly, concealing the truth that his pride and pretentiousness repelled me. Stone-heart's eyes narrowed, his face contorting with a volatile mix of frustration and wounded pride. "Regardless of who the Moongoddess chooses as your mate," he vowed, his voice laced with determination, "no one will ever reach my ankle."

“Step forward. One at a time. Place your hand on the stone. The Obsidian Heart will judge your strength.” A heavy silence. The first girl stepped forward—a blond from the Northern Marshes, trembling but determined. She placed her hand on the black stone, and it pulsed red beneath her palm. A moment later, it faded. “Next.” One by one, the girls moved forward. Some stones glowed weakly. Others flickered bright then went dark. A few didn’t glow at all. Then it was Aurora’s turn. She stepped forward, ignoring the pounding in her chest, and placed her hand on the cold obsidian. The moment her skin touched it, heat shot through her veins like fire.

It was coming from the heart. “This is it,” she said. “The Heart of Stonewake.” Lucian stepped beside her. “What does it do?” She placed her hand on it. The stone was too warm, warmer than stone should be. Voices filled her mind as soon as she felt it touch. She rose and saw cities rise and fall, saw trees grow and burn, saw oceans dry and return. The world as it once was and the world as it could become was the way she saw the world.

She cackled, and elbowed my in the ribs. “I can’t honestly say that I’ll be back.” I told her, blankly. “Oh, you’ll be back. I think the king is looking for a pretty thing like you. He’s been alone for a long time, and I saw you saunter out of the castle. He’ll be looking for you, and I’ll be able to tell him where you are.” She said, with a sinister smile on her face. “How much to buy your silence?” I asked her, with an irritated tone. “I’ll have that cloak, and that bracelet too!” She said, her eyes lighting up. “What bracelet?” I asked her, looking down at my wrists, surprised to find a gold bangle. I quickly took the it and the cloak off, and handed them to her. She looked at me, eyes wi

Evelynn collapsed against him, shaking, her tears damp against his neck. He held her tightly, rocking her as though she were fragile crystal. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” She drew in a trembling breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “That stone… it’s alive. And it knows me.” His eyes flicked to the jagged rock, his expression like steel. “Then we destroy it before it claims you.” The ground hummed beneath their feet, as if the stone had heard him. Evelynn flinched, the fire in her veins sparking hot, ready to betray her again.

"If you are innocent, the stone will remain dark. If you have been touched by the Void... if you helped Vargos... it will glow with a violet flame." She stood up and began to walk around the table, holding the stone toward each elder. It was a bluff—a psychological game she had learned while watching her stepmother manipulate her father. The stone was just a piece of charcoal, but in this room of supersters and guilt, it was a death sentence. When she reached Elder Hagar, the man’s breathing hitched. When she reached Selina, the woman gripped her chair until her knuckles turned white. But it was Kael—the one who had challenged her—who broke.